long distanced

I'd rather not--
I'd prefer to--
wet my lips and watch
you watch me.
I might turn to you and
say, "pretend this isn't happening."

better for Sodom and Gomorrah

Today the city, tomorrow
the salt-licked woman musing
about dirty dishes in the sink,
and a doormat needing sweeping.
We each have a vice-- the bit of pickle
left floating in the jar, the piece of
kernel caught in teeth-- we pick
and pick and say, "Enough, I like it there."