Everything that can be avoided
i blame on you, my blood
how steamingly cordial we are
in the roughness of the pubic area
but
no words above ground level
than the stubble and the beard rings
overshadow
an identical home.
Is it also here, in that immense brain
of things
that does not understand itself
in the movement from airy discontent
to heavy thunderstorms.
Does everyone lie awake from this?
I can't hear you.
