Perhaps it is better this way – this loss
refined through rain –
but they were nine-tails slender in broad daylight and
thin air. ____Now alone in a car in the dark ____I suppose
you thank your blacker stars____ and apple pips and wait
for steps to sound across the forecourt and ____Hello, Trouble breathed
a semi-tone below _______the clouds and gravestones like
rows of hunched polonium widows and the reeds – suppose they tremble
as though in pain _______ _ and so you turn your face away and ____remember
virtue makes for tedious company –
and once you drove. It was an allegory.
The tigerless land gold-fringed green ____and green-fringed-blue
where they drew the richness of the world out among ____the plaintive waders and
sand twirled in ruins and worm-mounds… the sky _______your sheets _ and thoughts
his soft dark hair all soaked _______straight through.
Remember lush mad holding ______then say I did not love him, it was then I knew.
Blood all quiet _____vanilla
but accidents generate their own scent ____ and energy
in- _____ imicable, escapable _as the skin you burned on boys
who’d broken every toe ___ ___and there –
that burning _you smell _______ __before each fainting fit
where you dream
he says your name to you _______ __again