VI

We forgot that night
Wherefore
tasting of fennel and mothballs
and Why
trapped between two Nostalgic Bodies
[bloated in the particulars]
Now they hang out behind the old warehouse
and remind us not to give out the milk for free

V.

today she said

you're a poet
you're a poet
you're a poet

no one understands you
but
one day
someone will.

IV.

once
i claimed three knuckles
pinched them into mountains
and then watched
while they drifted back
it took an ocean
a summer
and four or six bus trips
but that was a long time ago.