POSSESSION

For the machines we have

invented, we generate precautions

and operate with regulations:

take the red auto: airbags,

belts, how-fasts,

ages and licenses.

Whilst driving my

obsession, I crashed

head-on into you

making another man

smile (through no and every

fault of your own): nothing

to hold my desperate,

red thoughts from crying,

‘Stop’, but the tether

that binds the book,

allowing even

the most

uninsurable of us

to handle love

unpermitted.