Fingers curled in hair
words waiting on each end
liberally plucked
till nothing is left
First maintenance
now madness
as close as I can manage
pulled participles past-due
Waisted jacket weather
strait white walls still blank
all my inside colors
would only serve to stain
It’ll never work
if you’re happy
self-fulfilling loathing
siphoned both ways
Mutual spigotry
my cork in your hand
your cork in my heart
stoppered-gap love
Manifest miseries
made tolerable by two
it’ll never last
and we know it
It’s not for me to love you
but I do
it’s not for you to love me
but you can
I’ll pretend
to not quite know
care quite enough
to love you
in so many words
Remembered friend
smile begetting lie
begetting smile
absent truth
each other
Almost itch
pen scratched
lovely love lie
waited words
open wound
Summer slipped fall
that period
tacked on each return
leaves rendered
in visible ink
It might be our season
remembered time
spent orbiting
an all too distant sun
lousy still with light
May time take you
somewhere far
empty you into eddy
I can slip
when lonely
lights my way
Symptom of love
posed in theory part
hope
an answer remains
when river
runs no more
