ROOM TO DRINK
Thomas Laverty
No, leave me room to crack peanut-shells
and room to write. Room to remember how
little room we all have. Room for December,
for Labor Day, for every Tuesday. Room
with a big window to hear the plums smack
the ground and the roofers cackle in the morning.
Room to eat watermelons in and decide never to leave.
A room to sacrifice all our breaths in; a room to remember
that a room is only a room, but a moon rises.