I get up and turn off the monitor.
It's dark and foggy outside
But by the power of my imagination
I don't even need a coat.
Heat cascades off my body
With the indignation of a church
Full of women. I am greedy
For foods and flowers,
I want the women to perform
A Twyla Tharp piece in which
They pass inches from each other
In complete indifference. The truth
Is singing through me.