I’m leaving now, these things decide all together. Another kind of name for I forget. Don’t
hold it lightly, I’ll howl. I can’t say the burning will all burn out. Do you remember how the
rain hit us and we were wet and we decided to stop and just stand and get wet? It’s a
climb being seven layers deep. The blankets and the smell of evening. It keeps in
passing doing something else that is just as soothing, I suppose. This rain brought a
twenty-degree difference in temperature. Take it swimming with you. In all this
remembering I feel like someone else - pieces of things shown and heard as if they
were cut from my eyes and ears and it’s just a subtle reminder that I’m actually still me
and always have been. That is both a comfort and a curse. There is an aversion. There
is a timid know-how knock. There’s too much string. Two of the plants have all but died.
The light wants to hold me, only lightly. The lights in the apartment have all burnt out.
You laughed at my stupid joke. What did you see when I heard you laugh? When I look
behind us, I see that first drop of sweat running down our legs. Both of them. It squins
when it sees me. The laughter. You tied your hair with string. Stuck between us and
forever, but that break didn’t seem to help. It broke us, finally, and I told you to do it. As if
I forced my foot to the floor, shifting just so, so as to not leave a hole. I am awkward in
this dry future, like my red desert given to. I don’t eat mushrooms anymore. I ask that
stitch to enter me, to call me names, and to patch things up, with humor. You old
bumblebee. I’ll force what passes for me to pass water on the floor and the puddle will
resemble, no be, me. That’s me, I did that. Stopping like a surprise. We’ve learned
enough to earn our scars, on the last day of last July. Like just keeps does-ing but
doesn’t mean it the way it comes out. Wood meets metal on that flower print dress. The
same is to have here. Like a brazen beauty on the bed, begging for a sandwich. It would
be easy for the fervor and the forgotten. It would all be enough if you were here, to
sequester and to punch you and to laugh. Dancing around like a dancing queen. It was
bound to happen that way. Like neighbors who were supporting us. A tongue, opinion
free, and tastes everything equally because it can’t taste anything at all. To see and
pursue that which catches the fancy and the dog barks. By means of a phone and
things that are made of paper, there’s so little paper anymore. Elements on the other
more mutilated copies. This hot need of time and. I’ll ply you perched like a glow and.
And that reminded me of the time that I couldn’t see what the light was doing to me.
