A CASUAL COVET (LA LA LA…)
As I slide through other lives uninterested,
there are rooftop peeks at a co-op house I hid
designs on my whole life through, and you are
coupled there by whatever witch’s charm chain
unlatched a life so devil-may-care, yet envy easily
evaporates, the second I see you up washing windows
at midnight, behind a bandaged note not yet dispatched.
