I’ve loved you around the edges
The corners, the fog,
those things next along the path where you hide.
There, there.
on The edges of dreams.
with Declaratory evasiveness,
Plainspoken ambiguity.
so We live in the margins,
the backdrop of the stage.
We don’t know who’s in the spotlight
and we don’t care,
hidden as we are by knowledge
in someone else’s poem,
a DeLillo novel.
a counterfeit silence.