Can I Come Live with You In Provincetown?

Can I come
be your slave
for a day

or maybe ten
days, ten years,

Can I come
scrub your floors,
the very floors

you walk upon!
Perhaps I can
hang a full moon

above your bed
every night
so your face

is never in darkness.
Can I come
live with you

in Provincetown?
Hold your poetry
in my mouth

while you court
the hopeful shadows
with your breathing

and when they
come too close
bite their noses.

Lisa Zaran

If you've any comment on these poems, Lisa Zaran would be pleased to hear from you.