I am sorry that
me not him
that me not him is good looks
the bent light is backward
that been shoulder nuzzle is
so snug
that me not him
is happiness & sorry I’m
all plans of life & gladness is
him not me &
his young people good looks I would
like be to a better person than
am I but he not
Rude sort of naff feelings
turn up at the breakfast table
it is as is that I’s not you
what’s expected:
the babies & the bells
though
in no order—
& for pushing you
out the love for me
not he
You’ll get there But I’s sorry
he not me is where you be
& when you go I love you
course down the street I love
you; & round the fire that
eats up me not he Pillows are white
where lay he not me & I am
going nowhere, but writing
& not loving adequately he not me.
me not him
that me not him is good looks
the bent light is backward
that been shoulder nuzzle is
so snug
that me not him
is happiness & sorry I’m
all plans of life & gladness is
him not me &
his young people good looks I would
like be to a better person than
am I but he not
Rude sort of naff feelings
turn up at the breakfast table
it is as is that I’s not you
what’s expected:
the babies & the bells
though
in no order—
& for pushing you
out the love for me
not he
You’ll get there But I’s sorry
he not me is where you be
& when you go I love you
course down the street I love
you; & round the fire that
eats up me not he Pillows are white
where lay he not me & I am
going nowhere, but writing
& not loving adequately he not me.
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