FOR THE RECORD

FOR THE RECORD

the needle stuck
unable to move

doomed to persist in
this groove

me
   likewise keep harping on
clinging to all
that I
once felt about you

who felt so
always out of reach
stuck in some
            mutual exclusion zone
the pair of us

our story, such as it is, whatever
it was, easy
meat for
all those fake
grammarians of desire

and this the fate
                for those who read,
who write,

looking
for that true text
that hides inside, lingers
perhaps beneath

between the lines
if there
     ever were lines

demarcations to
keep our darknesses
strictly apart

disregarding
         the Sun, the light

you in the
arms of
         what I could
only presume to be
a living god

me
    finding myself,
imagining myself, however
far-
   fetched a, follower of Francis

yearning for
a sanctity poverty might address