Ay, no, not again, ay no,
look, mira, he’s done it again
Poet, how could you?
look what you’ve done
just imagine
the risk
just imagine
what she is capable of doing to your body
your mind and your soul
just imagine the heart or the non-heart
of my own mother
a sad, dancing puppet-woman
think what she will do
when she sees how your thumbnail
has carved shapes that look
like whole letters, whole words
into the succulent skin
of this geranium leaf
releasing
the fragrance
of verse