by one such as you the lake is crossed, one side to the other, on the hoods of cars. commonplace it is heard that I am in love with my
behavior.  the real you looks for the real me but only after your violin lesson.  meanwhile I am sharply anger.  my undershirts rip oddly while I wear them.  if sunlight were my body, says who, I’d be a torso of nervous pentagrams.  the one collects piano keys and favors the white.  they are his dream of clean teeth.  the black the slugs pulled from the dog and from the deer favored by the lake.