You could never be a spy
the way you leave behind
envelopes and corners of unpaid bills
covered in bits and pieces
of your phone calls
words
as if dropped
from the conversation itself
framed in geometric shapes
drawn over and over
the words are like a puzzle
that I try to weld together
but it’s the shapes I like the best
wheels and pulleys and tracks
as though I have lifted the top off you
and peered into
the whirring wonder of you.