There is a soul I've found

There is a soul I’ve found leering in at

through the windows while the TV goes on about

and to speak its name cheapens it, while making it live longer to live more cheaply,

but was I born with a mouth in the middle of

I have protected it by never opening the door

or only opening the door on Christmas

to give it Russian tea cookies

and then making it

spectacle on the outside of the pane

Most of the time I send it on

conquests, which are most of the time errands disguised as conquests,

and although it knows it is satisfied to be away from

Meanwhile it is before 5am and experiences, as though on a mobile,

sort of entrance an nauseate

taking the place of real dreams

Every hand shaken has not touched

and meanwhile the soul I’ve often found

tapping on shaken hands’ windows long after the fact

singing to while shaken hands’ ears are bought off by real dreams