box poem what's in is out again your go-getter palms on my sides relaxing my stomach into an empty chasm in a second i am perked and ready, pressed, erect haven't seen this place since you got here i love the wilt wallpaper, where hangs your light of iris flat what's out is in again like the ink (kitchen asst.) declares rag-lined dish, whisk, spaghetti spoon, wine glass one and two, old honolulu mug, old albu— new lubbock mug, a damn shame, i can guess where those hands flung albuquerque what's in is out again your fingers tugging my bottom, i feel that suction, that scrape and crush my heart rock-thin, stuck alone with friends in- to a closet you will not remember your companion you always forget