I would like
to understand holy things.

I pulled up to your trailer,
and parked in the gravel.

The pebbles crunch
the same way under my feet
as they do under the wheels.

You are not outside,
like you said you would be.

I lean in the window
and honk the horn.

I hold onto it,
until you come to the door
with the baby,
and you both stare at me,
blurry behind the screen.

The horn is too aggressive
and you know it.

Will you teach me
with kisses
like you teach
the baby?