As Something Else You Cannot Have Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bullying on the grass with the gnats,
And the bees:
Words that bask in splendor sticking to your
Scabby knees;
And you never read the words for you anymore:
Not anymore, Alma:
While I study over simplified Spanish in my
House all alone:
The aircondition a place for you, the airplanes of
In the sky as if children running to an from
School;
But your words are on their lips for you-
In the aloe the faeries play, as my mother kneels in the
Carport:
And even the most slender of rabbits has a soul:
Its Alma, running and leaping through the junkyards of
Pornography, as through my childhood,
As something else you cannot have, which I would so
Eagerly have given over to you.