as pallid as a breath’s fine intention
and through only a bit of percipience
every thing that was spoken in swift
by a mean heart and callous lips
foreboded estrangement
don’t be too complacent as to think
that all the days spent with you were
always days of my utter indiscreet
you’ll never guess what’s under my sheet
written 2/26/2003
your work is wonderful.