COMING HOME
By Paul Weinman
It's not the length of movement
but the continual, though slightly
changing pressure kept right here.
She says.
An easy smile, looking into my eyes.
I ask about lizards.
How in desert climes, in cooling
times when slowed blood
holds them back
from quick escapes, rapid
attacks, entering their dens
so slowly ... it's not like me.
Then it'll have to be
without their legs. She says.
