Violent crimes
by Kayt Nelson
[ poetry - december 05 ]
for Detective S.P., Chicago Police Department - Violent Crimes Unit
he’ll probably hum Sinatra
call his house his villa
the colors of which might be Vegas
salmon turquoise
deep maroon
when you finally get a chance to meet
he’ll be all cop all not cop
his endless heart his extra starch
his .38 his sergeant's plate
his empty rooms
which derail and veer across
the trails of your tense imagination
to steel synapse traps
set long ago by perps
who still disgrace you still inflict
their violent crimes
their violent crimes against you
you put down an ear you wait
you tap you touch
you listen
measure
for his rumbles
his intensities
his currents
cruelties in his truth
when you meet you know he’ll wait
he’ll know you’ll want this
you will need to
read the man
the man’s man assessing from behind the eyes
you know will shine as strong as clear as Klute’s
once you’ve met him
you know you’re going to let him
peel you
peel away these violent crimes
these violent crimes against you
release you
resurrect
your high school naked
your untouched
his skill his grace his fingertips
will peel and trace
tense
impress and place
his fresh his long awaited tracks
on you
