i let myself get [ etta plays
away from me. in
the background ]
i want to play
tennis with you but you won’t let me.
i didn’t let you
inside, but then
i did. i’m too close
to the wreckage
that i can’t see beyond the mess.
you can take off
that mess, less less, yes. you can
leave
your hat on.
Part of a series of poem with 'et' in the title.