Capital.
“Two bit
coals
raked down
to a fine tooth joke
scoring higher
than the firing squad
loaded up
on crass
lover contributions.
What assurance
does she receive
as she
touches things
that I do not care
to understand
with the intention
of always being
an indentured servant
spontaneously integrating
new methods
of courtship
which crumble at the first
crooked light
that cracks my brittle vision
and still leaves me
unable to articulate a smile.”
