for you
Ive nothing but my
Story of Youth

viewed from a map Shrinkingly distant,
brilliantly,
audaciously,
good
so that
all know
ive been possessed
by form so soft
so fragrant
that my cloths were stolen
by movement
interesting enough
to stop anyone from speaking of
or grow cadaverous
watching the crime itself
manifest
inches away
from my silly
snotty nose