I Am Not The One Who Loves

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

It's You My Love, You Who Are The Stranger.

Although Only One Man May Be Receiving The Favors Of A Woman, All Men In Her Presence Are Warmed.

I Alwaysthought Of Myself As A Competent, Minor Poet. I Know Who I'm Up Against.

There's No Forsaking What You Love No Existential Leap As Witnessed Here In Time And Blood A Thousand Kisses Deep