There
Aren't Very Many People Left to AskThe gaping mouth that waits ...POKE
And the little Indian bead
Drops down my throat. ...CHOKE
I sit in my high chair ...OAK
You sprawled out there
We grab for the cringing
Between Then and Now. ...SMOKE
The trees were singing ...FOLK
Five men were raping
My teenage self. ...SOAK
Adhesive at the desk ...YOKE
Tucked away in dark corners
Lever pressing for promises
Of straightforward tomorrows. ...STROKE
Afraid of choices ...AWOKE
In case wishes don't come true
Whistling, sitting in god's lap. ...BROKE
Blind silence stuffed up in here ...CROAK
Dizzy sickness and time
The business movement
Spreading lines across the air. ...COKE
Coniferous vociferous fern ...CLOAK
Dancing wild fandangos
Will she ever learn? ...JOKE