here, I am uneasy
this place is strange, this space
empty. This incubator, sterile compound.
your unit. Myself glimpsed
in glass (in fragments), a full-length window pane
Ghost image on a TV screen
you disturb me
the air –
so sharp it hurts, this high
vertigo –
you make my eyes smart
Far removed, a burglar siren jams
(you alarm me)
the heavy breathing of cars, below
you oppress
like a radio not quite tuned to the stations
a shadow pall –
a phone left off the hook