do you sometimes wonder where your confidants disappear to with your bags under their shoulder blades
with all of your things toppling over each other underneath the hemmings
i wish they would give a wink or a nod or some sign of cahoots
would i feel an accomplice to my own beheading
so i turned to him and asked if our wood of would have
her brow furrows over the death of the auxilliary "have"
in the texts of the younger
if only would can change to wood