Your lacking Love destroys so thoroughly that bare husks look fulsome and lush to compare

Hail and farewell, this debased ancient residue of involuntary sounds you made in the dark as I slip out into the morning

To meet head-on the mute theater of maybe this was a mistake, too, this time and last, cascading up against the chorus of stupid birds (parrots in Hyde park, crows in a pine tree in Helena) standing on their small brained instinct toward incessant ceremony.

I can’t get past the barrier of foul mood to bask in unearned glory of song.

sheets wrinkled from damp absence of me gone back into the world, seemingly free and oblivious,

This time and every time, it’s the wanting that destroys.