you want
a sweet word
decorative decorum
perfume
roundabouts and
carefully placed
broom sweeps
while the rug’s
rolled out

you want
bending waists and
fine dining
lithe
crystals glasses
shined
to perfection

you want
a mermaid therapist
shelves without
dust
dirt
stockings that don’t
run

you need a
kick
slap
ram
loud talk
door slam

some damn hard nights.