when I think of all there might never have been

my eyes fill with years

i am your latino housemaid

i am your russian oil-worker

i am the tiny red bird that sings in your left nipple

which was always the firmer of the two

i instruct you to scratch it with your breathing fingernail

if you wish to see my blood

is your skin still as jet-black?

you know of my upcoming show at the Paramount

i'll get you a free pass

you can watch me collecting women's phone-numbers

or cloaked in grimmest solitude

luminous python unmanacled

slips impossible tight

from the O of your bed-lips

it was due to a busy schedule

that i pulled you around the house by your hair

until you ate from the dog-bowl i bought specially for you

and no doubt you were primarily watching television

when you casually removed my testicles

but i have no regrets about removing your father's penis from between your legs

and replacing it with a dozen oranges

and one perfectly neutral day

when you are bored of fixed-grinning with your vapid friends

look in your freezer

behind the ice-cubes

yes, behind the mid-priced pizza

i left you all of my ears