what’s left of of a girl
/
i’ve found her
/
won’t be giving all
won’t be missing the wisely dog-eared
places
:
the moment the portrait
became
cauldron
.
evermore
.the dreams, as they were
.the un-scrubbed, literati-***** genius
a trial-and-error machinegun lunge-forward kind of loving
a kind of loving .
a kind
of loving.
//the sound the housegutters make when they beg the rain for mercy .
the rain .
/the well-threatened promise of “now” .
the softened blows of its passage.
the blacktop, swimming (and the music.)