… How do I know you? I have my own way.I know you by height and width and shapeThat negative space outline your body fillsI know you by the way your hair goes to curls in the rain Misbehaving brown corkscrews shot with goldAnd by the lilt your tongue gives certain vowels when you’re arousedOr the rickety clack your tone takes when you’re annoyedI know you by the company you keepRagged men with ragged soulsI know you by the places you hauntJunkyards of lost causes that you find new uses forI can’t wax poetic about a blue-eyed devil or patrician nose or chiseled jawI can’t picture a faceBut I know you…