to watch you search for an apartment in the east side, room by empty room,
inspecting the walls for fungi
& the kitchens for space —
i learn the many ways you define
‘four movements’: you are
the things they say
a younger man downstairs choosing to
Jump off the second floor and not the fourth.
his body saying it’s not yet time not yet time. his panting so loud it continues into dream.
thinking of pessoa in the moments before darkness
of men at the bar.
you’d like nothing more
than to see me curse freely.
but then the heavy movements, & your
juices in my bed.