Windows

I don't know if it was early morning 
late afternoon
or maybe midnight 
I don't know
windows entered my room 
with curtains and without 
I like print curtains
but there were lace curtains too 
and black shades
I ran them up and down
till some wouldn't come down 
and others wouldn't spring back up 
and windows with broken glass 
                 I cut my hand
some had no glass
windows without glass sadden me 
like empty eyeglass frames

windows
rain lashed your glass
its long hair red and grieving 
a cigarette hanging from my lips 
I was singing a song in my head 
I like the sound of rain more than my voice

windows
a sea filled your sunny vacancy on the fifth floor 
a blue-sapphire sea
I quietly slipped it on my little finger
and kissed it three times with tears in my eyes 
kissed and put it to my forehead three times

windows
I got up from the red canopy bed
and pressed my child's nose against your steamed-up glass 
the hot room smelled of my young mother
I had measles

windows
I don't know if it was early morning 
or maybe midnight
I don't know
stars entered my room 
beating against your glass
                      like moths
trying not to touch them
              I opened you windows
              and let the stars out into the night 
              the bright endless free night 
              the night satellites crossed
wolves stand under the moon 
              hungry and sick
wolves stand outside my window
even if I draw the velvet curtains tight 
I know they're out there
watching me

windows
I fell out a window
ogling a beauty
everyone laughed at me
the beauty didn't even turn around 
maybe she never noticed

windows 
windows
the windows of many houses fill my room 
I sat in one
and dangled my feet in the clouds
you could almost say
                         I was happy