One Right Thing:

I don’t wake with intentions,

those that caused

you to make tri-level

houses possible,

with blankets and

pillows on every chair,

sofa, and bed.  You may

be licked by fire, but I’m

touched and tasted

by things far more

real—

on the chairs, sofas,

and beds.  I don’t intend

to ever lay beside you.

But I shoot spit

at you, skyward.