when was the last time you drowned in the night?
when was the last time it found you
or does it search for you?
i think it happens to everyone but i know so
i know nothing about you except that the same
ravening stars of the northern hemisphere watch us both at least while
i am still here.
even when i am embedded with streetlights
crouched in the vault of the sky like leopards in
trees they know where we are. and out here beyond staunton they saw
i could hide nowhere.
this is the confession the stars extracted from me:
i am still in pain and it goes without saying that i would leave
tonight behind everything if i knew where
you were and what you would demand.
this is the confession:
i am not better than the last time i saw you in your red plaid
dress; i worry very much that i am doomed.
of course i said it all under
duress but the night has what it
i think you must
be able to see in the stars that
this is so.