you curled your body on its
haunches, on the sofa, on your feet,
bare and grabbing at my toes, nosing
my knees as though you'd fetch
whatever i dared to throw.
your brown face splits in a
toothy horizon, then
ruby in the sand,
let's take naked pictures,
when you were little the neighbour's daughter
used to touch you in the dark
he poured gasoline in your hair
on the stairs, on cocaine, honestly,
and the snow snarled at your feet
for ten blocks when you ran like a rabbit
in the night.
sometimes i swear
i made you all up in my mind.