No faith but what
she makes
is more like it.

No fate but
what he reads
about
Is how they spend
their mornings tussling,
watching a sunrise
and fearing
what it will bring.
Is being Saturday
stuck on punk
I don't know
how to say it
better than yous
you say it like
you know the answer
you treat me
like prized ruins
flush it with a picture
Is sight-hounds are sad
in the rain
like sitting still
like a tattoo
that says
water's calm
before it boils.