john grey
You're scratching your nose. What's your motive?
Is this where the great skin peel commences?
You're hurting and I need to know.
The outside tried. Now it's the inside's turn.
Your eye flutters. Is that sincere?
You hitch up your dress a little. Clues, anyone?
And now you're making coffee -
why now? is there something I need to know?
I interrogate every act for signs of despair.
Is the finger tapping what sets off the explosion?
What does a comb know that I don't
as it threads through auburn hair?
You pull at a thread. I dread the word "unravel".
You adjust a curtain.
Isn't it all about adjustments?
And then you look at your watch.
Do you go to time for advice?
Thirty years you've been doing this:
with lack of threat, threatening to leave me.
You tie a shoe-lace. You close a door.
That's you straightening a sheet.
I breathe though I mean nothing by it.