,only don't hurt   me)  
                                          
please cuz          you  
even still                  i
                                      
though for        ages            
                                        
and for         though    
                                            
cuz                 please        
a year and almostA
                                      
since felt you          i        
                                      
little and          small              
                                      
even                  many
black with   cropped      
thousands        softly
coiled in my  handss
you                       cuz
a year almost it  was
cold like        outside
novembering     Rain
now though cuz      a
year             ALMOST
octobering           and  
                                        
even                though
a year almost       still
lingers (though now)
small                 many
still                  lingers
your smell in       my
nostrils
                     instantly
recalling           when
(outside        juneing)
sun you me         and
Oregon  every  night
drank plum       wine
and                  ******
(I'm writing to    you