Good enough to be
a mouthpiece and
too good to sweep floor mats
dirtied by her boots
paid for with my dues and
apparently too good
to learn names.
I'll answer to snapped fingers
and "aye boo boos"
and batted plastic eyelashes, but you should know
I'm whistling while I work
because I'm thinking of a claw hammer
kissing your foundationed cheek bone
and popping the bridge of your nose
free of your face
like a pinched pen spring.
