the guest
someone got tiresias high on pheromones
and now he is on my bathroom floor
refusing to use his legs
he is a long way from thebes
but what a pretty chasm he makes
inside my medicine cabinet
blinking insomniatic pink
he draws the infinity symbol
in coptic sand
to show the universe as a mistake
already in the process of correcting itself
with amputee fingertips
halloweening as light bulbs
hand bared to see
he divines from petted stucco
dressed as blue braille
we uncurl a ouija board
to enact his bed
there are ways to coax
a loose arbiter
from his gavel