The delightful incurious

The delightful incurious

Sit at the door and

Pant and swing and

Hum for the time

With their hair let

Down and their thighs

Wide.

Is the place,

The space,

The dread roaring pace

That sees them gaze

Empty and

Longing and

Lost.

The delightful

Incurious

Looks from within

At my face

In the

Mirror.