On a Clear Night
I have broken our heart again. I have made the animal
noise the animal, you know I make up
what I don’t know. I used to think that was resilience.
If I could speak with an earlier you
I would say have I told you what will happen to us,
and you would laugh trusting I knew.
All I would have to do is read, really read in front of you.
Do you see my relationship to my face?
I wish to pull myself out of it. Of course I can’t
but I love wishing. No matter how much I tell you
there is as much I cannot tell you.