I’ll say what I think you were
And you nod yes and no
So I get it right.

Or I’ll take your smell
Of the huge, forbidden world
And build a haiku.

No, I’ll think of your hands
Tremoring at your waist
Smoothing your Banlon shirt

Cleanliness everywhere.
Your sleek cheeks
Worldly combed hair.

A tiny laugh starting
The gorgeous engine of your voice
A story on the runway, ready to tell.