hadn’t seen me in a while. This was the fall
when I would not
listen to music.
Vapor from horses,
Almost I think that I loved him
But this is the curl of the rose
where I’m going alone. One bat rots
midair, no other bats notice?
singing something awful
I told to come over, then hid.
Pretend we never met, my mouth could say
Driven from edgelands, waits.