while we talk about hunger & loss. I once had artful chatter before it gotunsustainable. I once beat everything around me like an unrelatableheart. Once I spaced out at the skull-bright codicil before it got bland& unreliable. I once had a red hammer in my hand. I played it in the freight carof my singing emancipation. I once had, I once had. Two guitars fromthe pawnshop instead of feet & I still couldn’t swing my big ideas. A woman so fineI quit eating meat of any style. I once had sixteenth notes where other people have gears.An altruistic jones for affection & touching despite my engineering. So muchI didn’t matter as much. I once had a heart but sold it for sauce. I once hadsome semi-glossed gators but lost them in the static. Really: I had a doublecross & a six-string, clean as tap water. I lost both beauties in the radiatorsteam. Really, I had somebody who loved my frets & strings forever.Imagine that: anybody loving my rust-bucket & cardiac needs together.