drafted from fixed past.
curtains and throats.
headaches are guesses.
heartaches are certain.
my room is gambled black.
I fall asleep unproud.
you are my favorite everything.
are you still many?
modern at times.
I look at hands.
brave as telegrams.
of rivers.
of trains.
a man.
of a voice.
we almost died.
double drowned.
I have heard this song before.
so quick to grain.
nights are like large forgotten rivers.
that feed the ocean its waves.
if you want blood.
I will give it right.
from my back.
pour it onto blankets from our old whiskey bottles.
sometimes I keep my window open.
so you can swim in.