most of your hair leaves it (so far),
and, by the time you were true,
it was loved and your eyes fell forth
and you were sloppy about a joint
and I became very poor.
people whom I don’t understand
aren’t important at all, because
you can’t be ugly on the road’s edge
where you are true in this pursuit.
A butterfly and a moth memorize
life as a potato insect. A bee can
distinguish individual faces.