come right in, let me take your coat for you.
can i get you a drink or put your feet on the sofa?
we make polite conversation, my lover, the guest and i.
and at a glance he looks like newman circa ’45.
i squeeze my lover’s hand and try to understand
how we ever got here.
i love you.
he is for you.
sound the alarms.
he’s got his arms around you.
i want out.
now he’s got his mouth all over you.
in the bedroom i had especially cleaned
he leaves a layer of grim we’ll never scrub clean.
joints on joints. this hans bellmer throbs.
i hide from his glances and i fend off his advances.
the video clicks on in the front room,
did i set the channel to bbc 2?
i let the guest come, now make him go.
i let the guest come, now make him go.
i let the guest come, now make him go.
i let the guest come, now make him go.
make him go.