Dehiscence

I am this walking
Cutting cold black morning
Not old not young
What I wanted no longer means
What I am isn’t
I lean into the wind that makes ice re
Flect the exterminator’s lamp
She’s pacing the length of her countertop, waiting
Next door the bakery’s full
It’s the opposite, different mornings.

Grim happiness seeing the black & white hardhats
Contempt-
Eye the cops ready by their
Card table to pluck a man and search
In his things
The West Indians & Mexicans tho
Their look’s a recessed fear.

I am this walking
Away

There’s some kind of war on every continent
There’s a border that's a flatline between my wife and me
I think she’d like to detach my penis, plant it in her and have it grow into a child.
The stakes are high, it seems.
The bodies make no difference.
Out over the ocean
Where the cloud trails rain like a wedding gown train
A small bureau, a single locked drawer, a sheet of paper stuck half in half out.