i won’t be a memory. i won’t fade out. i’ll be seeing everyone soon. i’ll be the one in the back. don’t worry, i’m enjoying myself. caught glances. really trying. tell me, can you see further down the river from up on top of your hill? your chin raised high and the golden sun bouncing off your hair. tell me, did you get my calls? my letters? are you taken where you are? tell me, are you an angel? a saint? are you perfection? i read about you in a book by hemingway. you were the one in france right? tell me, when the birds sing and that soft breeze brushes your neck do you not think of me? tell me, are you evil? destruction? are you plague? i will say that all the lonely streets hugging fog remind me of you. all the rainy days stuck in bed. what are we gonna do when we run out of time? i’d be happy to stay. it’ll still be hungry when we go outside, but right now we’re safe. and i’ve been waiting a long time. i’m still waiting. what are we gonna do about all the marks i made? and just look at those stains…pull the arrows out and put away the blades. they take up too much space. deep in the bones. we’re all alone. those scratches…were we drinking? is that how we got here? we’re all alone. if it’s money, i mean, if i could get it, would it prove anything? deep in the bones. out in the woods. bodies together. leaves overgrown. if this is about anything, it isn’t you.
i am not dead. there’s still a pinch in my bones and there are voices and lights. over the tomb hang flowers and garland. i think it might have been raining.
but i’m not done yet
“i could have it all.”
“well what are you waiting for?”
we’re in the waiting room sitting for numbers.
“i gotta break my fall, in winter, away from everyone.”
stuck in the bones. and my changes are going unnoticed. getting old. there’s no breathing room. no where to sit. but you know me…
there’s a snake on the floor. it knows me.
make for the door
there’s a girl on the floor. she knows me
head for the door
my bones creak on the floor. it’s closing…
that last door
but you know me…