Where do you go when you go?
When breathing trips up on the carpet corner
And the clip-clop flicker in your eyes
Lets itself out of the front door.
What thoughts are these?
Whose locked horns pull your cheeks
Ever-tighter. Fine lines and –
Which fears guide that current?
Coursing through unsteady hands
A bitter, white-knuckled flash
Makes too swift an exeunt to be deciphered.
And when you finally take off
That grey, sweat-stained-shirt
What mettle then, commands itself to attention?
After so long a time, sweating in its trench.
And when you go,
Knowing that they will creep inside
Your gossamer skin, once more –
Why do you come back?