worse than the nothing you give
is the smugness in your gestures
that show your pleasure
at keeping me in abeyance
giving no foothold,
no entry, no view
to pasts or futures,
imagined or real
acknowledging my presence
only as inconsequential
before obliterating it
leaving nothing to treasure or bury
nor even the breath to deny
and this day, too, is now undone
tomorrow I will rise
to stand once more before you
and do it all over again
just go away
jotNrot 