Strange plastic act,
strange heart, my obscenities

trail after, snag my sleeves.

The clipped response,
the pointless good mornings. Good

to know the distinction, that
moldy house, that yard
full of rust and trash,
that front door, always, a small
light outside dim and lasting.
I keep my distance.

Discrepancy, you are a bird circling
the room, each day, each day.