Every night before going to bed
he does push ups
Then he collapses on the floor
I watch the motion between his ribs
Gets up and combs his hair backwards
That gesture always terrified me
And that attic room filled with transparent curtains
(he can touch the ceiling)
By that time my reflexes do not
work
I am in places
between
a banana plantation and vegetable garden
I want to make rows and rows of banana trees in my head but
The sprinkler system fills the air with literally watery rainbows
And I stop stop to look look at his denim trousers round ties round his ankles
