Woodshedding

by Hettie Jones

          . . . my wolf . . . at the foot of the bed / in the dark all night
                                                                            Maxine Kumin

Asleep among
these twice reflected
city lights, I dream
an axe in a corner

to sever and clobber
the rock hard
impervious words

Nevertheless:

fourth floor, bed
newly made
for me to
once again
lie in it