if I were to be the one called
to expound on what it means to make
sim­ple the things which are not at first
or sev­enth glance, and

if I were to be the one called
to be a com­ple­ment to the line of
that neck, the one that sits stately on
the breadth of all these things and

have to trace it with a steady hand I
am sad­dened plainly to say that it
would be hor­ri­bly impos­si­ble
for me to do so and

the rea­son I have to give
is that my bloods pumps
too jaggedly for such a thing
as smooth.