in-between the gaps
in his hedges. Here I enter
his kingdom. I look up
at him through the glass as I pass.

I fit
into this stage
of doorways and windows. The stacked
logs greet meet. The ground rolls out
the green carpet. I part it with my sole
and point at him with painted toes.

I fit
into his frame. I’m a picture
of wavy hair and tight florals, lipstick
and loose morals. He flicks the light
switch. And I come to life with smiles
and appetite.

I fit
back into the adjusted
driver’s seat. My feet, closer
to the pedals than to him. I talk to
the wheel as I push my heel
down to the floor. The engine roars.