exciting weather

What if I drink all night, in my room
in my nest
to say this the best:
My favorite people are the cat and you.
You both have big red heart tags.

I could trip on these guitar cords
coiling round my water glass
by my bed,
the hourglass I never said I had.
I’ll keep myself busy
with my books and art newsletters;
I hope you have exciting weather
and I hope you know you bring out the klutz in me
but
you’re my antibiotic cream.

I’m building my fortress
(but you and the cat get through)
out of martini glasses,
which we laugh at, we do
because they’re shallow and fragile
but I’m an old warrior, anticipating blows
I still have to throw
everything I have at the dark,
when it’s over, when you’re not
what I thought you were.

Wild-eyed and dirty
I’m peering from the brush
with a slender cigarette and the shakiest of heels
of desire and beliefs and my stubborn pipedreams
which you kindle,
into fire,
and say “Go!”