There are dishes in both sinks, and a fly
glides languidly through the kitchen air
In multidimensional sweeping curves
glorious to graph on every plane
a casual audacious promenade
incriminating the state of my affairs
love, though perturbed, kept silent for the peace
sliding me through on sympathy
not knowing how to coast on this affection
confusedly I idled, then careened
in self-expanding potholes
my dazed tires spin
stalling myself by discovering
excuses with elaborate taxonomies
distancing them from a feared common node -
a soul undisciplined
so watch me with your thousand-shards of eye
as you land, dexterous horizontal, at the window
like a shuttle on Mars, to survey
an undisputed territory you claim -
to challenge my response at your reign
and will I say again I'll deal with you in time
or make no answer, mute my mind, and drive