#5

Every Little Truthful Atom

She is watching me.
I know she is. I saw
her face in the window.

For just one second.
I heard her pounding
on the bricks outside.

Inside the noise
of the water heater, raging.
I heard low, concerned voices.

Hers and perhaps his.
Though I hope that she
is simply talking to herself

again. I hope that he
has been caught peeping
and been beaten broadside

with a bat. A Louisville
slugger at that. Knowing
where he belongs as I do.

She is waiting outside,
slipping beneath the rocks
and leaves when

I turn the shower off.
I do not know the call
of the space she inhabits.