I could love you 

for what I’m not 

I don’t pretend to know 

what that is 

 

but I’ve rubbed my face

in its consequences 

and I’m crazy 

for its smell 

 

I’ve traced the 

cake trail back 

to a very

arrogant kid 

 

encouragement

lost at a point 

where extra hands

could have tied up threads

 

It’s gotten a bit late

the ingenues have all left

the idiot savants on the train

pick me out everywhere