I’d like to explain something:
some thing has been keeping my nights
long, heavy, restless
light in the room never changes
waking sore to the idea of a day
where no thing is some thing
I dream of,
not you
/
a prick on the tail of my neck
or the ticks I pick pick pick off
white coat of my dog
not this, couldn’t be
some thing like stored friendships
walking aisle after aisle,
are you going to ask me a question?
No? looking for something
– not of your day, why should I
care to watch the sunrise?
I’d love to
wake in the dark, again
/
some thing
like this, a becoming friend
who I know
as well as I forget about you
and think of the season
turning slowly, it hails today
but soon, when I am sure
I will drive well up the road
where it is sun quiet, alone,
and swim and sit
tidal waters, they rush down
from the mountains
like sweat, peeling off
each cell slow as dusk
until I am new,
and to act
as if you know my soul
here, this cold, fresh body
is something beyond
tomorrow or tomorrow or
again I am quiet
bug-eyed as a baby
looking for some thing
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