What A Lay Me Down

I See Myself As One Would See Another. I Have Been Cut In Two.

Poems Aren't Postcards To Send Home.

Being Kissed On The Back Of The Knee Is A Moth At The Windowscreen.

As For Me, I Am A Watercolor. I Wash Off.

You Cutting The Lawn, Fixing The Machines, All This Leprous Day And Then More Vodka, More Soda And The Pond Forgiving Our Bodies, The Pond Sucking Out The Throb.