That night he hurt you bad In that green, pastelsummer dress You'd die alone with the land A hollow head in its hands But everybody does that But with particular scorn,in polyurethane form,freeze dried, stuff to the brim- Preservation Hide in our hideous masks Your daddy's shittyshake grass I told you I couldn't see it A monument of pills,grocery lists, telephone bills,pamphlets & dollarstore trinkets- Preservation But if that was how you putit, and if you ever willed it, I would embroider you In disaffected kisses, inbleach reticent sunsets,soldered animal glue A hand too heavy to hold Lips that won'tdo what they're told How do we ever begin it? How do we grow old?