my in box

your name's moved
down the page till it's
hidden under spam and tarot
interests. i try to forget you
like that, deferred, deterred,
detoured. it never worked before
why should it now? scant
scent of unleashed lessons.
the probe of going thru it
because only flesh can truly learn.
i think i have but as usual
bad timing, too late, the song
fades as echo on an empty plate.