July 25, 2015


I hear you sometimes
in old country songs:
Patsy, Alison,
and Emmylou,
all passed through
the same school
as you, 
the prettiest girl
I ever knew.
With infinite
craft and sullen art,
you easily softened
the hardest heart,
only to send them packing
a thousand times.
Still, I'm sorry
you no longer
have use for me,
like before;
you always said,
I'd be back
for more.