Without you I would have been about the same as the rest —
Empty, alone, probably residing somewhere
On the west coast to laugh slowly in
Cautious bars, a median liberal
Snowing himself toward a death that seemed toward the bottom
Of a hill draped with trailers and bulldozers
And just enough ill will
To finally to me under,
.
But I met you.
You stuck me with your blood,
The opposite of what a mosquito does,
And all the while I’d grown up with all this nothing,
Thinking, I’ll fight anybody,
And finally people are getting fleshier and their
Necks are getting wider,
My eyes so narrow and
Useless with you.