1. in the waiting room
pulse --- the absorbed within picture frames ---she comes ---
her walk is liquid: going ---
my eyes --- not like hers --- electrically colored --- all impulses --- heightened senses
like a million raging selves. be still---be one.
her walk is liquid: going, and silent. i am chiseled by the sight ---
still --- one.
my hard insides move to the edge of softness --- kiddy --- white.
2. a special attraction
the need—the quiet ache
to fill a space from asphyxiation
from her causal smile
this moment, i am