At a life drawing class woman in a yellow dress poses with a lamp and I sketch a poem in her likeness

Ing of the lamp

Quirkily extenuating
At an angle to the sun—
Confusional is me or even I
External to the fingers
That extend
Under lamps and into lingers.
At a lampening, how many bulbs
Can change a me into an I?
Underneath the yellow is 
A kindredness congruent.

Afterwards, a man

Bifocals and two bandaids and a glass of awkward wine
Making teeth and middle-age
Seem a roundabout good time—
Certainly, behind concern, the man must have a home,
And in this home the man must feel
So very alone.