And then she said,  after pretending to be a porn   actress on a third-hand hotel mattress,  “I like your poetry, but hate your poems”    And then she said  like a bride spitting through her veil  “I take love where I find it”    No one viewed my heart’s removal van  driving baggage towards lighthouse-lights...

desolate desire speaks for itselflonely little feeling lingeringinside I plead with the painlet me beit hurts to the coresilence interrupted sadly causes my soul to waneif it weren't true you'd say somethingwithin the mortal storm feel so muchbut understand...