I wanted to have a retinue, to be
married, to do. I wanted a house
and some kind of picket fence.
A knife, one of several, in a block.
A plate of crystal with facets cut
into its cheeks. Be careful what
you wish— a button undone
can lead to more buttons than
your fingers can undo. An eggshell
dome cracks under the soft
weight of a spoon. Is there a double
yolk inside that guesthouse for two?
I practiced signing a new name
until it learned me by heart. I shucked
it off but somewhere, there are books
and things stamped with that shape.