the ones i love
07/06/2007 12:18 a.m.

the ones I love aren’t very far – furled in scarves & sipping wine
laughing shoulders (and how they laugh)
at anyone who isn’t fine, the ones I love
have treated nails and low-down eyes, aren’t far enough,
love to describe the steak and kidney pie they ate on a winter’s day
under the oaks – amid a suicidal rain of leaves –
our tongues do not behave tonight, tasting
blasphemy and prayer and floury soup, indite, the ones I love
unfolding from their unit doors in jogging gear