The sound of water rushing in a stream
and the wheels of far away cars screeeeeeching on the sidewalk
as they knock over garbage cans
such was your entry into my life
such was it that planets collided.
My teeth now chatter in the cold
the oven is off and the bones are bleached
my hands are twisting and turning
to make the bathtub faucet
stop leaking
and I am sleeping on the dry earth.
Offer me a glass of water?
Cool to the touch, chilled with ice
the glass sweating.