sifting in my head
  and old photograph
  falling off the bridge
  of dilluted words

     afraid to be left alone
     afraid i ll never see
     the end of this cup
     i ve poured in

     i m benign
 
  stuck here on the floor
  i remember, dear
  i ve been sure 
  i ve been sure
  once before 
  now it s all garbled

     tried to be what you needed
     afraid i ll never see 
     the end of this cup 
     i ve begun

     i m benign  



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