When I First Met Sarah

"Where's your bathroom?" she asks me
and I nod down the hall
like reflex
a comfort won from carving nightly rituals
on the walls

"We don't live together," you correct
cut my nerve at the hinge
I've always had a weak neck in
your hands
a soft yoke on your heart
a stubborn ignorance as you
mouth with your gaze when she rises
           
               Do you want to come in?
        and This is my room...
        and I never thought this would be happening.