The Most Sincere Part of Dreadful Agony

Why spring
Brought us home

To know and not-to-know

In such perplexing autonomy

I gave up on all puzzled intuitions

Bumped into breathless symphony
Scuffed

Have I ever seen you?

Perches in broken spaces,

Tasteless kisses,
Random night drives

Your misty shadows

Hanging and yelling

Vining over bedroom walls

Where the crumbs pour me all night long

Until then,

Who are you?