Don’t lose me, I’m barely holding onto you
In the twilight of November, breathing warmly, I tear
With the voice of fragile words I’ll leave your throat
With the letter “A”, through the ditch, to the face
Don’t lose me through the bleeding days
With the wings of bullfinch, in the sorrow of cat claws
The sobbing of forgotten, unnamed stars
Somewhere, between the birches, burns the maple a bright red