I'm a dancer
in my head...
Will you remember me
when I'm gone...
Back to back, separate mattresses:
we stare at the ceiling, blind our eyes on skype...
,
we slept in the dusty corners of ourselves...
When she came
he came...
We put on our
happy faces...
I have emerged.
Taken by the very essence of reality and thrown...
Bubbles drift up, morphing
into ridiculous shapes...
I am Tuesday's child,
born on an August morning...
Freshly brewed coffee beans
wafts upon ribbons of autumn...
When childhood comes back again
Through the window of your fast life train...
I.
Before you were born...