You Smile. No, It Is

You Are The One. Solid The Spaces Lean On, Envious. You Are The Baby In The Barn.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas.

I Have Taken A Pill To Kill The Thin Papery Feeling.

I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like A Rare Organ

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.