There’s nothing – no love
[it’s an unmade mosaic] –
Dispense me from a hall
of so-distorting-mirrors –
Auld blown glass vitiates
my sight – tear-blurrings
[infidelity blew any focal
point] – Align a lustreless
panel to each surface [as
they raise homes] – I heft
sheets in thick gloves – in
pairs we will carry a hate –
Use only opaque material
in any new construction –
Offer no hint of half-seens
for any off-wrist pleasures
for men who leer between
parted drapes [unless love
for you is born of attention
& is satisfied by such work]