he sold me out
i was just looking
for a place to rest
go back inside
although i'm tired of staying
in slanting shadows and gazing
longingly at those turned inside out
he sold me out
i didn't ask for much
just that he hold his tongue
cover my ears
pretend not to hear
but he spread it like manure
acrid and sticky in the heat
he sold me out
tried to let it go
but it comes back in a dream
barbed at the tip
special knots that make
mobius green with envy
and setting aside the black
