SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES

(2) dog days' nights

thankfully, yes, they were

                  cut fingernails close to my face,

actually quite nice slim brown fingers

                  that were so uncomfortably close to my face

and it was familiar blue glass

                  right next to my face.

Hanuman’s gifts, shiny green circle

                  held up by your hands

which were so close to my face.

But later—in my barely occupied bedroom?

                 (though you still thought it cultured)

you sat across from me, stranger, and

                   said, “show me your paintings.”

                  (but I don’t think you understand, I’m not cool with

                  showing off my complete unabridged soul, after this,

                  nor am I down with that heavy arm,

                  —after this—

                 the one which I’m not going to let you drape over my shoulder)