And I re-wrote you
Until my hand could write no more
my tears smudging the ink from my pen
I re-wrote you
& still you had the indecency
to think for yourself
my tears running a steady stream
my mouth dry, but very ready
to scream that
I had wrote you and re-wrote you
and I am wrought with
anguish that I cannot
right you any more
because you have left the intimacies
of my imagination as empty
as a poorman's pocket.