Even path worn by night reveals

partner steering feet smoothly
cold taste gambling ground
and green stuff deadly I forget
to use while changing
names in a rented basement

Return to youth infected
with cheap narrative
belief strings smaller and longer
that frame desire unnoticed

Stick clothing in the eye
I can’t defend
pretty with stain transparent
winter lapse drops fixation
across street pushing hard
for the right to burn my realistic
song twice alone