A Poem I Never Could Figure Out How to Improve it Through Eetter Editing

 

Vicarious Affairs

I noticed you

Looking at me

     down the hall

     in the foyer

     at the laundry

     by your door

I lounge ear near wall

Listening for clues

     the resonance of your hums    

     the clitter-clatter of dishes

     the bumping-thudder of cabinet doors

    

What are you preparing?

What are you wearing?

I fancy

Girls next door

I noted

Hunger in your eyes

Licking me up and down

As I stood

Water beaded off my body

Outside my front door

Keys in fumbling hand

Wrapped in a worn red

Bath towel

I saw a pile of your clothes

On top a dancing dryer

Waiting their turn to whirl

Alone

In the basement

I rifle a finger through

    silky things   

    slinky things

    girly things

I imagine you in them

Twirling around your apartment

I feel naughty

I’ve observed you

Downtown

On busses

At the local grocery

Cycling across streets

Passing through the mailroom

I smile

Wave

Greet you with peace

You scowl

Dismiss

And tell me to fuck off

----10/29/2007