It’s my best thing. I offer coffee
and strands of broken light
untangled from the mare’s nest
of whatever the hell is wrong
with you and why am I just
learning about this now?
I agree with the guiding principle
only if it smooths the afternoon
into a shape I can carry.
If you peek under the wire
you will find me married
to my rubber nose.
As I said, I suffer
and I’ve been wrong before.
