Is even better than taking a bath
as I don’t like baths much anyway
but I like your language is well enough
enough and that’s what makes it matter
partly because I have the fortune of blood
on your arm, partly because I ensured my
bodily functions, partly because you grunted,
bent at the head. Partly because you keep so
solemn where the light did hid. It is hard to
have kept the bruising, believing that one day
this fresh will be fresh and not solid in its candy.
And the specials make a meaning even better
by socializing with the torn made,
and this picture seems like more than what was
taken, it’s pixels, and you suddenly in the moment
wonder if those numbers mean you
So, there are ways to look and mean nothing
but looking at you, nothing better than the soft
fusion of the hard made easy because you look nice
and I trip over it and you spill yourself all over it
but naturally make your way in, manners being your
strong suit, and I never think of Stein when looking
at you or the drawings in the distant halls they look
so empty and the tree near the apartment where
we once sang, the place where I spent time being
wildly unfaithful to you
and we were all cheated out of
some enormous experience which is not going to go
wasted on me
and why I won’t be
telling you about it.
