We didn’t talk at first. I was naked
& she was conflicted about what that meant
on our property line. She couldn’t call
the police. She could ask me to stop singing
songs about how darkness is just dead light
waiting for the spark of the sun to be raised
again. I made a joke about zombies.
She made a joke about my penis. It was
well done by both parties. There was never
any discussion of the police after that.
She could only laugh, sing my song
& wonder out loud to my wife
if I was still sober. I was still sober,
but I’d lost six reasons why I shouldn’t
sing songs naked, outside of the house
& really there had only ever been six for me.