I.
Surrounded by moths,
I collapsed into focus.
And with every last little bit of heart quivering,
let you move against me.
II.
Half-crying on the shadow-dented drive home,
after a bleary-eyed shift: alone.
(How no one didn't even thank me,
didn't even think to - so small, so nothingly).
III.
With a mile of gas left
on East Campus Road,
so shaky that I had to hold my leg down against the pedal,
just to keep moving forward.
