Trying to account for last times
we danced. The times when
it all went slip, shod in only
the things we could bring on our backs.
I think I liked you more when you were poor
and you had more to say and less to offer
the casual. Remember when brushing shoulders
with them was an ordeal
we could talk about
all day? Neither do I. I do remember,
lying across your stomach,
hands pointed toward the wall,
asking you what it could possibly be about
on that grand scheme
and you breathed out, long. Like a daddy. And I
touched my forehead to see if I was still bleeding and you
said "yeah", hearing my sign language and I
said "yeah", hearing my voice inside
your well.
When was the last time? I cannot remember.
Who does?
