like a trunk
in Brighton.
the girl
with hairy toes
has me.
plain and simple:
magnificent.
the shadow is over me,
holding me like a little spoon,
deterring doom at least another day,
like a crutch.
if you love me,
let me fix this.
if I were you,
I'd run, too.
if I ever write again,
it will be long,
belonging to
a Blackberry Rubus girl. chop my heart in half
and feed it to the poor.