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)
