Helen asked if I thought she was wearing underwear
She kept her lips
There was a drop of piss but I didn't care
By my hand she pulled me to the ground
She is very flexible she said tell me what you've never told anyone
We snuck to the bathroom when the girls were asleep
I can fix anything even my own knee
Which fog is it
I hadn't noticed her height until she turned around and gripped the sink
We didn't want to the girls to hear us
I can come just by looking at you
Some hair stuck to her bottom lip her breath fogged the mirror
The witch pulls a brick from the wall
She followed me home when I lost my job
When you have something a witch wants
It's still just a wall no crumbling with one brick missing
Hit hard enough the leg will bend in the opposite direction
My kneecap is a floating broken shield and the tendons are desperate
She barely moves her hand like whisking
She says when the man is hurt and I will take one of my girls
I say did you really think I protected them
You can't ask someone who can not to kill you
Helen comes through the snow and carries me home
Love is love love love
You're wearing those hose they were hanging in the bathroom
She puts a log on the fire
I can make you get so wet
The girls bring her a towel and a bucket of ice for my knee
I was standing on the chair
when you came through the door.
Do you think last night's discussion
reached an endpoint.
A lexicon develops by and by.
We look at the ring,
then at each other
and back at the ring.
You could try it on.
What if as if.
Summer as a decorated box
with bad moods.
We are people together.
The whole world is us.
When I first see you tomorrow,
you'll tilt your head
and walk to your desk without pants.
Sometimes all we talk about is the future.
Farrah Field's first collection of poems, Rising, won the 2007 Levis Prize and is available from Four Way Books. Her poems have appeared in many publications including the Mississippi Review, Margie, The Massachusetts Review, Pool, Typo, Harp & Altar, 42Opus, La Petite Zine, Sojourn, and are forthcoming in Pebble Lake Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Fulcrum, and The Pinch. She lives in Brooklyn and blogs at adultish.blogspot.com.