While pretzeled in a chair with
cummings you came to me,
you do that (constantly)
you sneak up on my mind
and disguise yourself as an idea

again

(as if it were yours) wrap-
ped yourself around my wandering
so that I was always ahead
or behind you in thoughts

(and were they yours or mine?
it gets so confusing when we're this way)

together

it was ee with a limb tucked under
and just when I (having calculated
that my life had only average
expectations) was as numb as
my leg was becoming

I'm all pins and needles

again