Todd Colby
Glass Canopy
I’m giving you this
so you’ll need to keep it hidden
in the silver box with
your sweet green snakes
and better than Stereolab discs.
You thought I ate that sandwich—
I hate that sandwich! All
your loads of alkaloid,
your lemon pistols, and your endless
frisking of the litigants, it’s like putting
soap in a muffin tin and calling
that home. My love for you
has subsided but not in any
particular way, just out of bounds
near the collar, by a crime scene
made soft by heat and guilt.