Poorly Possessed
In my new apartment I keep
my lights on yet a little of the past
sneaks in tonight it is
Lisa in particular her hips
in particular as she walks
shirtless in our rented room
dusk sliding over the rain slick
alleyway as this walk betrays
each shade of happiness such
happiness like a flowering
of greed that makes her
clumsy as a doped-up cat
or someone wounded and
high on painkillers
arms loose and steps heavy
and that smile she’d had
many graceful moments
like when she dived
near a jellyfish and warned
me rising in the evening sun
or taught me etiquette so slyly
dining with her parents in
canal-reflected light they never
noticed but I loved her
awkward moments best
when there were three of us
her and me and her
body not really known
to her anymore her
body I conspired with.