for Kara
my love
my wife
eleven years and more
we keep the lawn trimmed
without concern
weeds grow in the flower garden
and we
still without concern
dishes pile in the sink
and coffee spills on the linoleum
but no concern
we love
in love
no concern
easy love
beautiful love
no concern
– Hoc Scripsi
Kara, my baby, my love,
I miss you so much that my heart beats irregular.
my body feels wrapped in plastic.
I long and in longing feel misplaced.
every moment away I realize our love immeasurable.
– your melancholy man
the platitudes of willful resemblance 