'o sole mio

push people away.

catapult them like rockets

or nudge an inch at a time.

you called me houdini

two times!

the disappearing girl

one time 

you stood at the threshold of your door

where it was just dark enough

to hide your eyes.

you mumbled

quantifying degrees 

of my 

...

detachedness.

i often feel myself trembling

in your hands 

unable to

rest.