fort knox

it would be like
breaking into fort
knox, i tell my brother
about my date, my new
love, my new soul mate.
i'd have better luck
with a water pistol
standing outside
the national treasury,
trying to get a bar
of gold, than to make
love with her. she is
that distant, that cold,
or maybe it's me. maybe
she doesn't trust me,
thinks i'm a player,
a cad, a scam artist
trying to score. o ye
of little faith. i am
a sheet of glass, as
transparent and as deep
as this morning's rain
puddled on the hard
black street.