Seeing your smile has been great.
Products of you and you and
the world on slow tracking almost pause Woo like,
except the doves
were smoke drifts around the room, Saturned.
I'll pay money to see
that any day is a good one
when friends are close and enemies are
far the fuck away.
The difficulty comes
when I start to see
you, me and them as a collection of organs.
Little more. A holdover from Kindergarten
has not changed.
"Will you come with me to the movies on friday?"
Okay, maybe no. To see your smile
in common and not
through the run and shoot offense of conversation
sticks with me
over the coffee table and meteor impact empties littered there.
We used to meet up to play tag
because there was nothing else to do.
I don't miss it so much.
