The unusual suggestion:
Elaborate for me the details of your day
as if I were a stenographer
and this bedroom our well-appointed courtroom.
Allow me to luxuriate
in the chamomile you brewed at noon
and the lemon rind you tossed in
for good measure —
bright and healthy, floating.
Or the dishes that you doused with soap!
Indulge me to enumerate
the scalloped edges of our plates,
the contour of a teacup handle.
The confines of this house
will be for me a theater,
your routine of teeth-brushing
that earlier had flickered behind your eyes
I now promise to extinguish
and remind you that you do have lungs.
Permit me to enter
the kingdom of your hipbone
and gently press upon
the northern territory of your thigh
an offering of wildflowers.