Cheesemaker

Cheesemaker

I sent you to a better life
in Italy with that cheesemaker
free from the nonsense that spouts
past my teeth,
while my eyes fill
spilling dialogues
on the screen in my head.

I will sit in the shade
while you ski in my head,
past the lederhosened children
and try to remember why
I let my mouth open.

Can we just let the time pass?
How long can you be here
before I send you again?
Rip down the screen and
set the theater on fire.