He grabbed my elbow and
His friend was laughing
I’ve got tears in my eyes
I stand up and shout
The audience now a circle around me
I’m not part of the show
The show still goes on
I screw my eyes up
As I push past the people
Some worried, some laughing
I open my eyes to the glare of the
Sun and sheets.
[Photo: by Gadion on http://www.pxleyes.com/photography-contest/21034/passing-time-2.html]
I want to tell you all that I am sorry.
You are probably wondering why I brought you here today. (NOTE: bring a cat)
No, not that.
I want to explain myself.
There is a new mission. Collect your gadgets on the way out.
My brain is just
The words are not
The mission is top secret, I will give you more details on location.
There’s been so much to do and it’s all bubbled up in my brain and
I just need to take a little break
Here are your fake ID’s. You will refer to me using the codename “Quiet” from now on.
From you, yes.
From me, ideally.
Good luck, team.
When I held your hand I slipped string around your palm;
When I embraced you I tied string around your waist;
When I kissed you I tied string around your tongue.
You snore, while I work.
I’m tying knots, braiding string.
In the morning I lift the corner of your mouth upwards.
The strings are pulled to and fro by my fingers.
Your wooden smile [almost] convinces me.
Image found at: http://simonwoodwardphotography.com/p/store/products/puppet-show/
He made this in prison
when the days got longer
and completely out of sync.
He wrote on it
when his chest got heavy
and his feet were off the ground
He left it here
when he left his record player here
and his toothbrush
I put everything in a black bin bag
calling over from the passenger side of the van
leaving on your doorstep:
the record player,
every present you ever gave me.
I kept this.
Image: Street art in Amsterdam