you swarmed my thoughts like bees
again tonightthe hive of my memory is corrupted by
lilac
and crimsonand a terrible blue
an aqua marine that won't wash out of my jeansi wrote your name on so many things
if i set fire to them all
i would burn the whole citybut even then you swarm the very flames
i tried to bury the memory of your face inthree years of mundane remembrance
and unforgiving regretas i drive past the baptist church
and rememebr every single thing you ever said.