On the Plains of Hello
It takes a certain kind of person
to carry a knife into the woods.
May not April not that she cared
to carve her name in it.
Here the woods stand for suffering.
The knife is of course suffering.
Entering is another introduction
an opening a reoccurring thing.
It takes a certain uncertainty
to want to exclude a name.
How easy to lose track
with such a cut such as this cut
growing and green and growing
as each evening is pierced by years
of I'm coming back.