He and I

Don’t talk much. We never did.

We never did

A lot of things we hoped

We might. We didn’t talk

About it, left unanswered

Hopes unsaid. I said

I wanted yes

I wanted want and

Hope and need and feel

Wanton

Wanton Edie, mad as a

Hatter a hater, Edie

Kneading her brain,

Roll it in crumbs

throw her crumbs

Roll in hay

Wanting needing feeling

Knee-deep

Filling in the hours with

Talk