we can take this by the hour
or by the day. if it's better for you,
decide as you go
what length you'd like to attempt my body.
consider me a parking meter or a hotel room.
i'll be whatever kind of temporary you want.
in the city, i drove by a store where you could rent
anything: fridges & beds & folding chairs.
i imagined the brief thrill
of those pleasures. i am renting
my soul from someone else. it's silky
& at night sometimes dances like a ribbon.
i'm paying by the month. it almost feels mine.
tell me love, what are you borrowing?
what are you earning?
sometimes i dream of perminance. i look up
houses for sale nearby. page through their photos
knowing i can't render that kind of realness.
i bought a sink & sat it in the hallway
waiting for the water to flow all by itself.
i'm open to whatever brevities you're craving.
let's eat trees. let's pinch donuts
& fill our throats with powdered sugar.
for the time being i'm whatever you need.
we can walk down to the lake & toss in
our old shoes or just sit on the couch
& stare the television to gold.
once, i rented myself beautiful
for a night in april.
a teenager, i knew nothing about how
increasingly hard it would be to experience
fixed glimmer. stood on rented mountains.
ate rented words. kissed rented mouths.
the difference was i trusted it all.
cars drove like whales of diamond.
the boy who rented me paid me in
fingers & shoulders. how could i
have let myself be chosen so easily?
not again though. now we know
what we'll be to each other. measurements
of distance. the length of my chest
to yours. a rented door knob
to a rented heart. tell me please
what kind of palpable are you craving?