For Jane

 225 days under grass
and you know more than I.

they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.

is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love 
still make shadows.


when you left
you took almost
everything.

I kneel in the nights 
before tigers
that will not let me be.


what you were 
will not happen again.

the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

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