as a stream
of hot
coffee—neatly falling
into a spotless concavity
of tall white china;
I want everything around me
to seem invisible
just for a moment,
while I glitter
more reassuringly
than crystalline
wine in gold goblets;
for once, I might know
what it would feel like
to carry you
over the threshold
into a new home, in which
you are always
smart and cozy
and happy
and successful—and I
am simply
brilliant.
