Goodbye, begotten animal.
_____In the world where you
were beginning, I was. My fender
_____unfurled you like a flag,
and flung. My wasted one, my peerless
away. And I’m not real out
_____in the open. And pavement
goes clear like a rush when there’s
_____light. And no one told me
fortunes, fades my blisters,
_____will know my sins. I can’t
walk like this anymore. Elbows
_____high. The old witch grass
sawing me up: the predicate marks,
_____the red italics of love.