1.
It's not that I bent to her will,
or changed in any elemental way, but to keep the peace,
to keep her, I postponed opinion, let it hover in my head
and not protrude into our clinch. For her
everything was definite. I tend to be less set -
flowers and knives chatter in me. She couldn't hear
above the din of definition how I was slipping off.
Evidence and application were her fields,
I liked the scrawls they made
Motivation slept, books draped
then I had depressed and it was grey
the ashtray CDs hanged like cards
2.
Time ticks through the hot and cold water flats
I love the Rwandan CD I don't espouse
The pygmy tribe they found was great
I concentrate to remember those I'm with
If I could, I would sing of love
Aspiring, unsuccessfully, to wealth
I stay home and hear her saga mope and taiwan blinds ladder sleep