Kodochrome and Phone Bills

I do not see myself
in the panoramic stretch of your day
no ticket stub fortune teller
torn no colored pebbles from the creek

Your marble statues do not resemble my structure
lady feathers balance lightly among the leaves
we do not balance lightly

I want my fingerprints on your mahogany
paperweights fall under our disturbance
manuscript
and utility bills flutter slow motion
around our bare toes.

You tell me you see me everywhere
and how do you see me there
Palm pressed on polished wood
bruised by sharp corners
hard-edged heaviness
parted and waiting intrusion

She calls to you
she needs something at the store
she needs something picked up off the floor
you owe her you owe her
all the best years

God how you pound these words into me
press my face into it
over and again
you feed me your curse
until cleansed and ready
for her call
and I tell you
you must go to her
you must