This too

(the little sweetnesses of hallways
hand-holds

bargain-less clothing
freshly torn, new: fraying

i never [fail to] notice the flesh
beneath, proudly portraying

not quite a stumble-in
but a mental equivalent

as if i don't belong,
here,

but behind me,
so much (& so little)

i miss, i miss, i miss
much & think

less & less)
a lie:

i'll never write again,
he said.