Talking to you has been
like the moment when
I get out of the shower
and tip still hot water from my ear
and it runs down my neck
across my collar bone
from left to right
and sinks down the hairs on my chest
and I stick my little finger
in the hole
and scratch the air
between nail and drum
and, for the life of me,
if I were a few genes more
in common with a pup
my foot would drum out
something fantastic
against the bathroom tiles
in Morse coded
nonsensical
thank yous.
