Waiting in the kitchen
For the thing
That you bring

Can't imagine darker fiction
Than the
Frantic string

Where the dust-collecting
Neverbes
On filthy wings

Must indulge whatever lives
In spite of
Everything

I suspect that you might notice
Tender skin
Stretching thin

Here, let's play both host and hostess
To our
Weirdest whims

Watch the windows, we grow
Curious, it
Draws all in

Heat and rushing, faces flushing
Drowning out
The din