Look, I know how it is: you are quivering
with untapped energies.
All you need
is to share them. So you call your brother,
Gabe, but for the millionth time
he’s too busy – this time,
with Jello. Coffee. The fine Colombian
might soak up some of your disappointment.
No Good.
And your wannabe-fashion-model leap
from boxers to briefs hasn’t changed a thing.
Now there’s only one place left to go
but the cat looks away
and will not warm your ankles.
From deep within comes a rumbling
