the smell of diesel

see how you have entered my house 

and so lightly remain 

 

3 a.m. the blue dark 

snow on the fire escape 

 

the smell of diesel your hand 

on my soft places trucks shattering 

 

broome street your hand 

up my nightgown I wish 

 

[Deborah Landau {1973- }, from 'Someone' from Narrative magazine]