and too, hands, eyes, words and names of things from out the concrete heart, each like lace, with holes in a pattern
(i stood on your porch and i smoked a cigarette. the sky was night. and it smelled like the lawn. a man in a jacket. there you were. and you remarked on a choice. above night circled. the eyes of my face circled in, falconlike. you you you
later a woman gave me a deck of tarot cards.
i was dizzy with you. and it was cigarettes near the lawn. a choice you made. later my heart beat with it. you you you you you)
my veronica, you stood apart, hanged in constellation like the lover of a god.