I waited a long time alone on the landing by the door.
 
I lay down on the tan painted planks & closed my eyes
 
& opened them, & watched the many small leaves of the tree loosen the sky.
 
I stood, & then, I hung over myself, stretching my calves.
 
With my head down by my feet I noticed a curved leaf: yellow & green
 
with a patch of brown.
 
I went down to the street & looked down the long sidewalks,
 
which were empty.
 
Eventually I pulled out the window screen
 
& slithered in over the clay turtle whistles onto the bed.
 
I husked a cob of corn & boiled it & then ate half.
 
& then I cried.