My visit with Adam.  He went to jail again.  For heroin.

I wait in the front seat, with my knees tucked under my legs.

Watch you kiss his plump cheeks, make him giggle,

He glows, flushes, fondles every word, every breath,

Your hallowed love. 

I am trying to remember…

Did you look at me? 

I know you didn’t think to. 

I tugged on your pants, too low, so childish,

Here’s your foolish money

And I shoved it into your pocket. 

I have a secret.  Tucked under my knees. 

A holy longing, residual virtuousness,

Haunted by woebegone ghosts. 

Infinitely, reverently untouched.