My aim ever was to be
a black splotch of tepid ink
on the rain-rank idea of your
last year
(there).

I had to have someone to
put on the blame that
took me years of hard-won expertise
to craft; and you fit the weave
so well.

When I go back to the place that
makes me crazy, you'll
be there

When I go back
to my cigarette-blazed hills
and the flaxen-papered sun
to the red dirt that fills my beating throat
you'll be there.

you'll be
Twenty-Two by my next annul
shard-worn

if I could see you this time next
winter, I'd be
wearing your pajamas,
never again so pleased to be
legal.


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