Hate and Spite
a vignette red-eyed veil
dimly lit by liquor bottles,
cheekbones warmer than waxy panama wood
where i carved your name more than once.

We were clean then.
back before you knew my bones,
learned how I lived by taking up 
that little vacancy beneath my skin.
Til the day an eviction notice came.
Til the day I flooded the spiritual basement and ruined all your vinyl:
your collections, your albums: it all got washed away
and all along I'd been building an arc
for one.