companionship verse 
 
she plays with her hands 
they obey like dogs 
she's intrigued by the threat and at the same time the salvation they assume 
she dreams about elephants in a snowy landscape 
she feels compassion for people spit out like prey 
in doorways of government buildings, she gives them a classy gutter made of poetry 
she likes the company of men 
she like to play the game with women 
she likes the gravel in her village and the wet parts in the city 
 
but she can never stay too long 
she becomes like a hairbrush or a wrench 
always put back in the wrong place 
her heart is like 
an old city 
there is the old centre  
and there are new parts