Woes

A man led around by disbelief,
By doubting carnal knowledge.
In the north woods they yell “Nein!”
At a stuck hinge with expectation.
The woman’s pantyhose
All have runs in the thigh.
A hundred years from a tailor,
She complains to the wall.
The wall and its vulvular crack.
The blackbird spreads its long tail.
It is winter. The trees are gray.
A man singing himself a lullaby,
The woman’s sleepy eyes.