Don't even—think
of consecrating
the idea—by daring
to speak
it—out
loud
in cold gloom;
just—first
have coffee
alone—in your curtain-
dark
kitchen,
listen—but distractedly
to blunt piano
chords looming
and
wreathing—like the steam
rising-
up from your coffee—
so delicately
all around
your chintzy clock radio,
and then—finally
just forget
whatever
it is—I was saying.
