you are white everywhere
on your rubbery boy’s body
baby fat intact.

I want to love a blue-eyed man
and have blue-eyed babies,
sleek and smooth as cats.

I'm not sure what to say when the man comes to my door and says he's my brother. It is true that I do have a brother, but this man does not resemble him. The man is battered, blood not quite dry speckling his face. 

Before, it was the wind
and the idea of disorder.
And now it is the sea in the kitchen;

There are hundreds of secret things
You should reveal; because when you
Repress one thing, it sets off

There are real tigers in that jungle,
But I walked through it and came out alive.
My skin is tougher now where they clawed me.

Sinking my teeth deep into you,
I feel no guilt.
You knew I was coming.

Even though
You've written home to Nancy
Clear-headed, twice this week

The first time we ever quarreled
You were cutting an onion
In the kitchen of our rented cottage.