She's Already Here

Eggs churning

legs burning,

a nonstop race to futility

and constant pressure.

I'm being watched

as I whisk

and now she wants to know

everything.

How can I possibly relate to this person

sitting here in my room?

This woman

showed up yesterday

but now she's already having breakfast with me.

Is something supposed to come of this?

When do I call her again?

Yes, we had sex

I know the design of her pubic hair

and which way the strands fold

but how fast

should we start sharing secrets with each other?

When should I tell her more about myself?

My thumb touches the stove

and I scream

breaking the minutiae

she laughs

and we gaze at each other

across the table

letting things be

as a breeze blows in

from the kitchen window

napkins ruffle

but we don't talk.