and I know they miss you.
Selfish and hairy,
lost but double,
depending on photographs.
I will say that your love
makes my limbs stronger.
If it is not this random Kansas lake,
I would say it is nothing in the night.
A many song of coyote
captured the stems of my body
long ago, selfish and believed,
because poetic life leaves much
to the blonde imagination.
and we will kill the night at dusk,
but don't defeat me.