a high school crush,
a radio crush,
sometimes like cold sap,
sometimes like flames cracking windows,
left unattended swallows you,
becomes something sinister and useless.
You can't purge your mind
of a slicing urge,
you can't begin to train your eyes
to your own muddy footprints,
you can't recall a time unencumbered
by the weight of a glad storm,
by the crawling sting of devotion.
Or at least,