Why men, something to endure
clean up after, keep track of mother, lover, companion, confidant
friend, accountant, nose-wiper, emotion provider
Endless tasks, empty pleasurest
reasured moments in dreams when
a basement draws me to meet a rendezvous under five flight of stairs
a compassionate lover with all the right answers.
I speak.
You hide.
I ask a hundred times.
You finally remember.
You take for granted everything.
How awful to feel alone in a house full of needy people.
Who are you that you can assume so much of me?
Who have we become, once dancers in the sand
now empty hourglasses with nothing but time
Can you see the animal in front of you
drawing in the moon all its pain?
Bear and bison are the ones to call on for strength
not the ox and ass you call your totem lovers
I beg and borrow the limits of candor
collapse back into my shadow, search the heavens
pray to any of the entities I knew and trusted as a child
You are eager for me to take over everything
I spend too many nights weeping on the bathroom floor
while you get a good nights sleep.