please

save me from them
and their smooth comfortable faces
and their ever-relaxed
effrontery,
their crossed legs and their canvas
shoes,
their soft bellies, their soft
minds,
their cagey courtesy,
their pallid smiles of death,
their needless tinkering with your
hours,
their entrance into your life
through another,
god, the awful people you must
deal with
because you no longer live
alone,
these pieces of squash,
these polliwogs,
these suckerfish
and their unendurable
visitations,
there by the blinds,
nibbling at bits of food,
savoring the wine,
sitting their dumb asses upon
the commodes,
staying an extra day,
an extra week,
an extra life,
so content,
wallowing before your
sight,
saved from your fury through
some trick
circumstance,
some safety net,
they fatten before you
stuffing their mouths with
olives, fruits and chips,
smiling through wine-wet lips…

somebody sees something in
these,
needs something from
these
while I shudder through
my damned guts
in disbelief
at what confronts
me.

they notice nothing,
yawn,
and stretch their legs
through my
space.