HERE I AM

Here is the long wooden bar.
Here is my miniskirt.
Here is my boss.
Here is a row of open bottles. 

Here is my sincere smile.
Here is my tired smile.
Here is the food.
Here is my back turned.

Here is the night gone.
Here I am looking for something written raw, as I am. 

Here is a patch of sunlight.
Here is a soft public chair.
Here is a long room full of poetry. 

Here is the day gone.
Here.
Here is a little money for dinner. 

Here I am.
Here I am.
Here I am.