"Your
face
bewilders
me,
you
are
such
a
breather."

"ᴋʏʟʏᴛᴇᴍɴᴇsᴛʀᴀ: Go ahead, but if you go off to war and leave me behind in the house,
and you are over there, during your long absence
what sort of feelings do you think I will have in that house,
when I see the chairs she used to sit in empty,
and her bedroom empty, and I sit alone"

this is the stab in the throat
that bleeds five whole hours after.

you know his name
or this sense of his coat against your palm

What is this new
         what is this you so woe-compressed you'd do the same
                   as her as him you’d do the same
wouldn't you you do the same

"The Mind is so near itself – it cannot see, distinctly – and I have none to ask –"