Hess, Run

By proxy  is an ugly    abiding stride        seems poison green       and the footing noise on broken   land is  bleed   me bleed   me bleed me.          I’ve never   loved a man     more than I love   this dusty fugitive        the way he says nothing    and means it the way    he beams like a mantle and shuttle inside   me and means it the way he says   he longs to die and means it the     way he rides his affect like he dreams     it the way he is dead and means it the way  he is dad and means it