That I Already Knew Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Uneven developments except for the pigments of her
Brown body:
She will go home to him now, and enjoy him as she
Enjoys her family, in the hemisphere that is their
World
That I cannot enjoy: she will envelop with him in
Coitus, and will soothe upon his belly:
She is sunburned, and has forgotten of me:
It is an easy way to live, through pueblos of her
Species, as angels ride with her in her car
All the way to work: but she couldn’t care,
As sometimes icicles hang from the pine trees, and the
Rabbits have to go outside and do all of the work
Before I even knew her: an angel who flew away
Providing to me all that I already knew.