I don’t know what to do when I’m not missing anyone
                                                                             except to think
that I once fell in love
                                            with a bad woman.
If you’ve ever been in a pinewood charged with needle
                                                                                   and light
                                                                                   you know
it’s impossible not to. A bough breaks.
                                                                         The snow comes
and humbles me.
                              Delicate and small. Falling
                                               together into something secure.
Today, I’m left in bed with my thoughts
and my body
                                cock sticking to my thigh
                                                          limbs twisted into sheets
                                                          like a fantasy.
Sometimes it’s possible
                                                     not to be disappointed in love.
Just open your stomach when a train goes by.