In Heat

Painstaking cries to the window-
wishing to go out,
perchance a tomcat may find
such boisterous calls worth answering.

She looks over gray shoulders,
green eyed.

I want to say:

Not a single man
would come for me
if I proclaimed
I was dying so persistently.

Please don’t ask me to try.

Instead, I say
I would be sad
if she left me,
but insistence continues,
deaf, my plea for safety.

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