Inside of Pam Rehm
The desire that moves things is
operant of a miracle. The desire that
moves things is slipping under the
stacks. The desire that moves things
Had called on the sidewalk to say,
I need you at home. Over and out.
Moving forward calls for abstract-
ion. A bell rings far then close,
A word must leave before I live it
Through. Had I always been a bitch
To a passerby, he’d love me more, he’d
Go, “I love you more than I can say–“
And I’d wish I were always that funny,
So I count. Walk into steps that I can
See. Step up to the bat not as a challenge
More so as a chore. Movement can
Settle me, or render me flat and go
Far enough to ask for me back, and with
That smirk! What can we say since
I knew they were a goner before they
Began? Even the pigeons know a chicken
From a treat. Still they eat. Red flag. What
To do when entering the room. What to
Save before sending forward for review.
The desire is inscribed in blank shots. For
Tonight, to lie is to surrender. With
-out dwelling in it all as a freak ally to
Faith, second guessing.