4:56 a.m. train. My empty suitcase.

I wait hunted by memories of me.

 

“Forget yourself,” he said, pushing record. He films

unrehearsed wrong dream. (And to think that you

recreate it ad-infinitum.)

 

Listen to the structure fall apart….
d    roll r        i
o
p        n
KITchen,


bED,
HALLway,
SHA-k-ING.


Pretend it makes no difference if I away.

 

He captures you in the kitchen. It is just a memory.

Symbolic of everything that will fade. This is how we

pass, like we weren’t even here.

 

 

 

         

 

It is now. Red-rock landscapes. Yet, already ,look into

the camera. Common word for somethng.

You filming me sing: "take away the dessert, the rocks,

but not the snow from me."

"Take away the sky,” I yelled against the wind. He said

nothing back except, “Once again, nothing changed.

The silence, the moment remains. "I wanted-his

hands-my breasts.

 

Yet
Already.

 

 

This is not another way to look away from us. Still

gaze, still sail, still drift. Now live on one thought, one

human being. Milk and honey. The thought is, on

another side, too sour…  'connection' is just a word. Place

me on your tongue. Realize a human being is me, a

me, the me, in relation to you. My fingers trying always

trying, beating: A lifetime spent define, to create the

murmur of cottonwood trees.

 

Wake to the thin moment between tenses of mind.
“Eat me up or grow up and blow away.”