Martin Thompson

Someone, either shadow or babysitter with a flashlight,   
once sat me down in front of TV (big tube TV)
where Wonder Twins played.

And here I was given Wonder Twins
  (form of … a bucket of water)
form of … inscrutable copper wire of a memory
  forgetting the sitter’s name. But in the kitchen

glazy eyes watched the water boil for linguine 
ceramic tile cooling her feet, 
  when somebody knocked at the door. 

 Two decades later and we have a cavity.
Does it bother you (the cavity)

and are we so young to ache at the fingers … wizard digits crackling 
 shaking them from wet?

  Who was that, asking to be let in?
Whose attention drafts
your attention through a sieve,

graspy scarecrow hewn from the door, where you
  must have turned them away.