you're filling up the line for seconds
praying to your fairy godmother
in every possible inflection
that your talented tongue can utter


you're crawling up on my last bedpost
gravitating with all of your might
for a place next to a former ghost
a cave in which your bones feel so right


are you still losing games like a child?
controlled breathing and steady teething
like a wolf to be reconciled
when her prey is swifter and leaving