a little title

she was a poem

and a poet

and all of poetry

though it was unspoken words

when she kissed me

*

i am poor

which makes me pour

wasteful water

and less bits

of i i i

*

i have felt too much now

to feel so little about then

but i cannot help it

for i have been so helped

by can

*

eventually

broken and bruised

you will be the love

that made you

unmade

*

little by little

she kissed me

into the world where we go

with our eyes closed

but still see so

much