Not even in footnotes can I encompass

my sense of expansiveness since

you left. Funny

I stayed away from writing countless 

when we loved. It wasn't merely

friendly antipathy

to low kins of romance - it was how much

you wanted that representation.

That I scratch tree

barks has more to it than cute. That Sindhi

meal you wanted

          to make

          me

eat was more you

(hunger). I'm hungry since you left

I'm vast. Enough to devour

you if I choose

Only you'd chalk my cannibalistic to 

more craziness. Scratch

that tree and

find me eccentric flesh erratic blood. Since

you left I can plot with peace and

not be accused

conspiracy. The creek is more vivid to me

appropriates serene and

cleans little

worms in memories practising pain. One

day I'll write you a song of

gratitude

          This

moment I'm graphing sense of insides also

absorbed in mild grass sun me

(I am large)

I've been afraid of confronting you in

countless but since you left 

this came on auto

I even speak of it to people I don't know

too well.