Interiors

Between the room
and the mirror’s immaculate
husbandry of detail,
the dream begins. Concessions
on concessions, undefended sheets: the words
to keep from saying everything at once.

Dimension comes
with distance and becomes
the present. In the consenting
suburbs
intervals, a passing
car.
The loss
of balance goes unnoticed
in this light. Inventions linger in
their imprecision, falter,
fall away.
Or simply, I
have found myself in rooms like this,
for strangers satisfied with what
I could survive. What’s left
is luxury.

When I perform
in pornographic films,
I have your eyes.