the tragedy of love's
specificity
addresses: written
perfectly
I miss him and
knew this valley would come
the view from before,
playing, high
no cool place for this mood,
the back of a truck
humbled by what clouds
share with fog
and
by going
room to room
forgetting waiting
just moving
they found this big egg
to study, like they say
in your own backyard
a sort of preconfiguration
to retrieve pleasure from bs
longing from fossils
we haven't even
turned the corner
