Look—look! Can you really
see that? The passion
that ordinarily
burnt
hot-
ly in that heart—now lately
snuffed
and swallowed
by tougher clothes; whose
collective stomach
fits hard
and stiff
and small—and slick
as an—
avocado pit. Can you actually?
Can you really
really
really really
see that
there's—really
just so much
poetry stuffed
and locked
in each our bodies—that
it truly seems
like a
moot point—
to write any down.
