Just enough
        to get us there
enough
        to establish
        some requisite angst
keep
        us in the clutches
        of our tensile
        anxieties.
Love has been
        like this.


* * * * * *


My soul is littered
        with broken things.
Things
        I have gathered
        to lose and forget.


* * * * * *


I know where
        to keep my secrets
        how to bury
        the shadows of self
                        and how
to be here now
        when you
                        need me.