The sap of his word on a headboard

He comes out of jail a famous poem

All line rush   buttons   bordering   breath

Exquisite: our history of hedges
He comes out of jail a famous poet

Squinting to see if she’s carrying commas

Fuckled: our shapeless reunions

Eyes of his whites too close again
Squinting to see if she’s cockled the commas

At night: he writes: or details a seam

Eyes of her whites too close again

You don’t love people so they’ll do what you want
At night: she writes: or details her dream

All lines rush as the drafts   draw   breath

You don’t love people so you’ll do what they want

The self ie of his poem.