I SAWWE U FROM DANDELLION BRIDGE
u were kneelling so cutelie by th watr ,
th rivr we calld rhubard ....
i sawwe u &
pressed my finger-tips thru th grate
fence-wire colld as dandellion stems ..
i guess it's tru i still want
u to unlace my bodice for mee ,
i guess it makes mee a loser
to b th one still licking ur
soft image on her fuzzie bankments ,
pluckng pagess frm all her silverie arm-
pit creasess
our rhubard ,
or i guess urs nowwe ..
th book i lent u still sitting neatlie on ur lap ,
listnning to th pumpkin cookiess we made togethr
turnning slowlie into sludge .