Once is the number of times someone loved me.
I saw my only love through window screens.
I only saw my love. Through window screens,
A noticing the way of others’ bodies.
In noticing the way of others, bodies
Carried him into my waking life.
To carry him into my waking life,
I made a kind of theft in luring.
I made that kind of theft in luring
The wind to occupy my empty fingers.
The wind that occupied my empty fingers
Withdrew, made of me a child when it left.
I was not a child when he left me.
Once is the number of times someone loved me.