i think i maybe
always knew what you 
were thinking and i maybe
still do. 

nerved, but you know.
your hands glide light,
confident, 
sure.

maybe once i glimpsed
a fleeting hawked flat
tone rake through your
sunkered words. 

maybe once i, thin wrists
hid by your passed down sweater, 
felt you skitter back, 
pull hot air close. 
we stood, vacuum 
stuck, elbows rested easy 
on scratched linoleum.

try hard, really do, to 
rest sometimes and not 
rest crooked legged against 
a table, 
i worry for your back.