COMING CLEAN (WITHOUT LOVE) Cows bellering on their feet. Trucks carrying trucks on this sideroad off a sideroad. Layers of colored leaves, the underside of eyelids, misdirections of the killdeer family. Webs catch your face in the woods, baskets of webs in the grass catch dew. Season of spiders. Veins cut through everything: dark lines in the leaves, streambed of the hill, capillaries in the whites of your eyes, and after all is said and isn't, Eric is blind too much. Why is love so far from him? The importance of rising late with someone in your hand, a necklace of experience in the top drawer. A pair of shoes by the chair is all about reduction of steps to stillness, day gone by and night not yet come.