The next poem is called "Shadow Boxing."
And he in the poem is the shadow in case you get confused.
[LAUGHTER]
Sometimes you almost get a punch in.
Then you may go for days without even seeing him
or his presence may become a comfort for a while.
He says, I saw you scrambling last night
on your knees and hands.
He says, how come you always want to be something else?
How come you never take your life seriously?
And you say, shut up.
Isn't it enough I say I love you.
I give you everything.
He moves across the room with his hand on his chin
and says how great you are.
Come here.
Let me touch you, you say.
He comes closer.
Come closer, you say.
He comes closer.
Then whack and you start again moving around and around
the room, the room which grows larger and larger, darker
and darker, the black moon.