Burlap memories of us
Wrap that candle in 99 cent
Paper towel.
Tread heavily
And drop into the crate
I'll stay
I reach for your wrist and
Tell you I'll stay
But you won't
Best myself with bottles
Unopened. Open them not
To face base circumstance.
Recognition of saints
I was once your icon
But all those devout have more
Than one, don't they?
Godliness
Holiness
Cleanliness of our bedroom
Kept that way for you
Holiness
Cleanliness
Sparseness of my bedroom
This way without you
Vacant, steadfast in my love.
Nov. 29, 2001
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