Greeting Verses

What do I find right at the center of my interpersonal relationships: a slightly dispersed but indisputably tinctured core of brutality: go to the hospital the question is not whether your life is at stake but whether you can pay the bill, guaranteeing it on admission (or no admission) and proving it (or not getting out) on release (if any): this bit of realism clutches our floating values underneath like a bracket under a bouquet: if someone pauses to congratulate me on some slight nothing, I see the quiver of a curse undermine his lip: he tries to make a better world even while it crumbles in on him and us (a brutality): when I give my body to another (or take anothers) I sometimes fear more body being taken than was offered, an overextension of contract: hearts and flowers, scented sentiment, garden varieties greet us, how lost we want to be in fictions and fabrications: a worm cores this worlds doings, look out.