I never meant to walk these streets a liar,
pluck untruths from worn cotton...

I am reflected in every shopping window,
half mutt, half widow of Wall Street...

Guilt snatches me out
of cozy winters...

I opened the gas
chambers, snuck you in past...

Where can I move where you are not near?
I skip through the fair, hands groping air...

My driveway hasn't held a mailbox
in years, I think some construction...

You look lovely on a page -
peppered in ink and promise...

Haven't I written myself to shame?
My intestines still multiplying...

-
i feel excessively...

This morning, Time nudged me
with a touch of dread. I slept like...

I hadn't thought of you all day,
and suddenly one ludicrous message...

You rush within me, my veins
terrestrial planets that orbit you like...