I know I promised
not to call but
I have to see you.
There's two things.
this house is humming,
strained at the heel
of a black pump and
a sterling column of urgent tones.
I want to re-establish clean silences.
Cigarettes in any ashtray
can snap right through to exasperation,
translate a hand to forehead
What is so difficult to understand?
Best nature pained, a hard smile.