2029: There’s nothing

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]