out there



I would ask you to meet me

out there

somewhere out there, but

I doubt you would come

not all

of you, anyway

You could come with breaks

and bottomless bags, torn on the

edges of pages

I haven’t had the chance to read


I would take you


the way one wants to be forgave

and sip sadness over steaming bowls

of soups and other scenes

if you would

let me.