Tender:

soft and money
some of us look forward

To night:

to trouble girls and foam
some of us add "little"
out of fear
stars fall into place
they own their turmoil

Memory:

how metal's esoteric kind
and kindnesses
work themselves out

how the scrap yard smells
when it rains

Tender:

soft and money
some of us look forward

The distance:

between repair
and reappear

Scraps of paper:

stars fall into place
stars fall into place