dancing around a Connecticut kitchen
listening to Devendra Banhart and making bacon.
I text Alyson, who is probably sleeping
with RBF right now,
because she can't help it.
can't see the future; it's fog, just.
the horror of such love.
what we say to thee,
listening to what the shells tell us,
taken apart at the mollusk.
need the want,
want the need.