excluded perversion
The apex of the house is
haunted. With the light on
and the legs spread apart.
Through the windows they
play video games, standing up
I can’t stop looking
it’s dripping—
my eyes burn from staring at the screen for way too long at
the couches crease
they never know. I can see somehow,
the leaves in the levees in the crooked corners and drive.
The fan doesn’t circle doesn’t even think twice.
Shorts that never sat
just to be new again.
Maybe a victory dance, or the first—
pounce knowing