I'll send my shallow ground to you:
to when we'd pour ourselves slowly,
swallowing down the deep end:

coughing in the hopper & bubbling home again...

I was such a minor spark

(a sucked-up shadow) w/ years until
the dress that caught the window bars:
too ripped & warm,

too felled to feel.

Sure, we could move the bed as usual

& overcut around the poison,

but you'd be dragging on low & long w/ some rounder

you'll spend.

Pined-inside for-for-all-your-life-&-faith (yeah, faith)-

your-famous fight:

Mmmmmm I wish I were right here

@ this Econolodge tonight
w/ room for you & all yours.
low below & long before.