Hook ’n Eye
for t.l.c.

tries to keep me out
of
her ears, her head
her pants, her heart

little I could do with her
intellectually or sexually

sort of fish you catch,
throw back into the sea

she’s at the end of the line
of so much of my verse

is it she or I who insists
upon being hooked


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:40 p.m. 04.01.08