I watched you, three days,
Three, full, keep keep the
Whites of your eyes on me
To say I do not have my doubts,
But I have yours. And laid beside
Me while I melted into every afternoon
With frameless liquidity, and froze, a broken
Regulator.
I spent a soaking Saturday it’s true, and
To assuage your fears, they may seem
Flammable enough to blow, but there
Is nothing spectral about my tears.