~This poem was previously published in Bloom (2015).
How tired the day of me realizing
Again not the way wanted, the waste
Of each body by mine and yes
I kept myself capable and yes
When entering a room I was the center
But how unchosen I stood
In a slow undraping to catch
Any task of your broad and apparent
Hands; no longer do I know what to cover,
The cat in the corner overseeing
My fall toward not how I have changed
But finally how I could not bear you.