i'm more in nature
less on vacant edge
with interest that hurts
a muse and note
who hears out?
i see how our used love did not take
but every interesting note lost out very evenly
when it took heed

i waste in subtle helplessness
hearing 'em kiss necks e. w.
and now dear,
for everything left to the heavy edge
save all mine 'ere

held in silence
not a maid 'evermore
i said
"my angel, that takes his errs with kindness,
only tender or ravish by air."