Wrap you up in a beach towel. Carry you over the sand. Little sparrow you
rolled your ankle-gotta watch where you land. Big house sporting a bay window, with a view of the coast. Holiday timeshare and nobody knows where anything goes. Ice cubes wrapped in a kitchen cloth. The day melts to dark. Your pain is my pain, plucks the low and high strains of a single harp. This is the wine. Drink, untrouble your mind with it. Don't you remember? When knowledge was tied
to a consanguine kindness. Or don't you remember? No, you cut it all out
with the scalpels of doubt. You know this was your failure.