M a a f a trusts a song a whole wrong note don’t just disappear Ma hops on a bus with Lonnie Holley and bends metal into what arose A sort of tenderness that is almost grotesque were it on display so he hunches over gives me a way to rinse off in the morning and leave before he wakes up, already be making time on his fuzzy ass Already asking about Berlin. Whatever was inside me then, whatever akashic shyness released to bleed in silence it disappeared on that boat on labor day Melvin paid me in kelp and then crept into recess with the other patterns ruby jade plaid and laura dern in blue velvet was she in that ? She in it now
