And, there we were
asleep in each other’s arms —
recording the memories (with
a microcassette,
a vhs camcorder,
an hd flipcam,
a smartphone.)
— on tape.
Sometimes, I wonder if I even knew you.
Later, we decided to feed the reels to a fire,
to never speak of this again,
and to remember it all as we wish.
As we wish changes from day to day.
Day to day to day.
tuesday’s melancholy still
carried on your shoulders,
a coat draped over a chair.
i am awake
again
after
such a
familiar
dream.
he’s leaving.
new twist,
someone
familiar
is coming
over.
it’s awkward.
i don’t
love
him;
i don’t
love
anyone
but him.
new twist,
we are
staying
in that
house.
a fence separates us.
my dog is
alive
and his
leg
is broken.
no one notices.
i am awake
again
so i
am doing
some
laundry.
he’s sleeping next to me.
when people
have been
abandoned.
they
begin
to expect
abandonment.
it never comes.
it becomes
uncomfortable.
the anxiety,
the waiting.
i’m awake
in the morning
curled up
like a child.
disoriented.
