Are you hungry?
Do you want to get up?
Do you want some coffee?

I want to bow very low
all the way down to the ground
actually lie down
my face pressed hard
against the tiles
my arms out, and bow
to your fingers
your parents who put you here
your legs
the backs of your knees
your mouth
your chin
how you smell
how you smell at night
bow to your voice
across the kitchen
crooning

Come here
Come back
I'm going to bend you
over my knee

End of the West ~Michael Dickman