the means



I did it for the vacancy,

got greased



again and again.

For the walls inside,



aging blood

retains one kiss -



one.

Hi long ago me on a curb,



freshly punched outside a bar.

Someone screamed,



someone yelled no.

I said, I'll go to Texas



if it'll get me back

inside you. I drove



to New York instead

and bought you a black hat &



black knit gloves

from blind vendor on Sixth



below the Garden.

His



breath was white

and then



my fear

was.



3 years later,

I was back



in the slaughter.

My skin fed the cold air.



(Did I come

from you?)