Missing You in Detroit
Dandelion, Dandelion.
I have smashes inside me.
I read your book.
I read your other book.
Now I’m missing you in places
where I’m damaged.
Lately I am thinking of taking
my dry skin for a walk.
Walk: just to see how it feels.
I am inside of a horse
and must go with it.
Always faking / the noise
too much Leonard Cohen.
Lately I am talking
to my stomach (my alter).
You would not believe
how it fills you.