Caron Andregg - Poem

		(From a Letter on Valentine's Day)

It is that day, again
And I am here, again
And you are not, again
And I am neglecting, again
Other more important things
There are rumors 
	I'm the smart one
		But it doesn't show.

Strangers eat my words
Rip my skin with thoughts
More courageous than their
Hands will ever be
I can hear them burning
Like wind through dry trees
Down where the round vowels
Suck them in and swallow
Where the darkness crowds around
	Where it is always midnight 
		And someone is always leaving.

And I am here, again
And you are not, again
And maybe just as well
To be possessed, so 
By the shadow of your flesh
With no real meat 
	To cup above the bone
		Is the definition of hell.