I am stepping on crackers

I.
whole grain crackers laying on my floor after a night
where a morning
blends into a sky
that i can't differentiate from
anything.
see what harold washington did, just a handful of years ago?
(imagine what those years must feel like)
(do they writhe or wiggle)
(dance, slip, sleep, wait)
imagine what those years can do.

II.
In order to be very sure, tomorrow I shall take you
to a room
twice as large.
If you can convert the hay into gold, I shall marry you;
if not,
you will be destroyed.

III.
Take these two dollars and buy me a gift
for her, so she won't be destroyed
so she won't try any funny business
so she won't say no when she should say yes
because i love her.
can't you see that?

IV.
I promise, I won't say no.