Rueful intruder, you were absent for so long; what gives you the right to slip forth as a fresh fleshly greengreengreen leaf under my door? You are a shape of hard angles, cubed edges and limbs scrubbed in white that smell of lye, white smoke drifting towards my kitchen counter, face bending as a ghost, most of this a fever, at the sight of you in shivershivershiver Be gone you are dead—do you hear me dead forever! Hot mesmeric denial infatuating my legs forward, yawning these pale stiff wings, a collapsing twig splitting under the weight of unreality Don’t you dare spread your arms to catch me! you are lost lover
nothing more. I repeat, nothingnothingnothing more than smoke and dream. Nothing more. I will still hate you, even as you hold me. Even as you lift me from the floor.