I don’t know what it is you want from me.

To explain what happened? I’d have to unzipper 

my flesh so the sun pours over what I’ve never seen 

exposed. What do I want? He didn’t ask, so I can only

answer in shadows. I want the underside of the river 

back beneath the surface. I want the song rewound 

back into the bird’s mouth. I want you to want less 

than what makes you comfortable, satisfied. You want 

to know who the you is. It’s you. It’s me. It’s every man 

trying to reach inside a woman like a god

for something only she can touch.