CHRISTENING

calibrating my resentment body,

who told me I deserved specifics?

windows and porches and certain slants

of lightness and darkness,

and thick walls and corners 

for every which mood? 

when did I became 

this collector of country prints 

and slavic messages

palatial drapes and cartoon lamps 

if just to dream of glistening salads,  

handing them to you to say 

I trudged the snow 

to bring you this

I have no children 

I have no master 

but maybe I can sweat these rocks 

into jewels

and you may thank 

the dream