an admirer for
                               every odor crawling
                                                           with
                                         light overhead
                      when something is ON it
                      wills itself to take the space
                      following great fishing maps
                      flailing mostly in the middle
               a poem about
               love wakes
     everyone from port to starboard
a complete
surrender to injuries of affection
it’s the breaking point just about everyday around here
we fix an
inside-out thing
but it was fine and                               now it is inside-out