OFFING What your dark eyes take back to itself, hugged in a curve of toughness. The land between us is flat. Let's say we are ruined, Minneapolis, bricked against ourselves. A red rag in the kitchen. This isnšt important or I am. I never wanted to touch you and still do. How can we pray or find what collects in heaven, Father. I'd be surprised by elegance, meaning something like rugs and leather. Soft and tough. This. I want belief like this. Leaving the sea is a rag doll I once was. Texas clouds in dreams, swinging. My loving you once, mud puddle, swing set.