I’d oblige because he hurt me With a violence I mistook for desire. I’d get left hanging In one room of his dim house while he swept or folded laundry. When you’ve been worked on for so long, you never know You’re done. Paint dries. Midnight is many colors. Black and blue Are only two. The man who tinted me best kept me looking a little Like a chore. How do you say prepared In French? How do you draw a man on the night shift? Security At the museum for the blind, he eats to stay Awake. He’s so full, he never has to eat again. And the moon goes.
