it's like we don't love
as we do the very thing
and soft blows
are not so much
when you think
how low...
and the devil
in the details
is your
tailor.

we cannot spoon
where the fork in erode
is a wellspring

my hands are tied but free
to be as feeble as sunlight in chains
where the dark is aloft and mostly
the shunned are anointed
by the cut.

what lingers in the pit has had a viper for breakfast
and the whole
hole

for now.