Diamonds 

i would rather not  

wake with arms of glue and legs of blue numb  

drowsy, reaching for hairy chests and crusted eyelashes 

swishing my palms across empty sheets  

i will drive him to his places 

he will not know mine nor will he ask 

if i changed something about my hair 

i did, it’s a half-inch shorter 

we will trudge down concrete sidewalks 

window shopping with empty wallets  

i will stop in front of panes of shiny glass 

voice quivering  

look at all the diamonds.