SUBJECT>The Next To Last Piece POSTER>Si mon EMAIL> DATE>1109283711 IP_ADDRESS>199.184.88.166 PREVIOUS> NEXT> 83849 83871 83903 83943 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

They give me puzzles and pretend not to watch.
I take my time. They push the box closer.
Mostly nature scenes; apple trees, ghost moon
over some snowy town, horses
on a wild romp. And after the shot,

what's left? Muddy boot prints. I can't forget
the day for night. I know, I know, I think
too much. There is medicine for this too, pills
to cure my puzzled looks. I think of sex less
and less, push pieces together. They take notes.

And yet, I can't help but relate to the next
to last piece shoved in quick. It must fit here
or here. I know. I know it does not fit.