LIFE IS-TO ITS CREDIT

Darryl Peters

Life is—to its credit—

     a charming disaster.

each time I cannot stand

     to look any longer,

it touches my hand

     from across the table,

reassuring me with

     its warm grasp;

it pushes back a loose

     strand of hair;

it presses its tropical

     mouth to my ear &

talks hot; I feel its

     crooked, coy smile, so

I meet its fuck-me-gaze

     with a raised eyebrow.