astute soul aside grief’s tree such a memory to time. such raw dejection such photographic happiness, sunk into me—a passing valley a deeper gander so soft in aloneness; some kiss hoped upon some danger in penalty sweet Labelle in sin. so hard to ignore sullen angst too much to hear of ideation too distinct to notice grime. by wowing presence by astute prose by winter afar. a virus afore time a prosperous infection while a moment passed desperation. but I digress as abused by beauty so gray these summers. but a jagged jigsaw too misused to love—as signs bleed at posts.
maybe
a nightshirt or a nightdress aside a nightgown. maybe see-through undies maybe
shaved like pruned or maybe too offensive to ever touch sophistication. by
night-watchers at a night tower, running through country streets; somewhere in
Italy somewhere in France such dear rain in Ethiopia. I’d never utter or dare
mention such origin in time. such melting as over letters to have defended a
feeling. reindeer in forests ice-glass in Dakota, or fire brimming in Cancun. a
puma atop a car, a child deep in mind but blackberries with margaritas.
