VIII.
at a venue
filled with all the People I May Know
a band I’m
not familiar enough with is not
winning me over
IX.
I’ve had
meaningful conversations with you
in my head I wish
that counted sometimes I feel
like I’m trapped on the set
of a musical paralyzed
by the decision
between which words to say
and which words
to sing I almost always
settle on say
X.
what’s happened
what
hasn’t
the difference is about to be
forgotten do something
else forgettable good job
now me
friendship love anger
I’m sorry Miles I’m sorry Vera
XI.
a commercial plane
alone
in the lonely
sky empty
Miles says it’s
probably delivering packages
throws me the ball
XVI.
the soccer announcer literally just said
little cosmic kite which planet
did you come from
that was Italy in the ’80s
when in Rome
is an excuse
each day the hope
for a new image
passes
each day I ask
what kind of music
would this be
XVIII.
nostalgia
is not the missing
of the thing
gone
but our previous selves
a deer
that doesn’t scare
XXII.
activity
keeps experience from being a memory
as you experience it
a sport an art
we celebrate everything
the same my kids wonder
why nothing’s crossed off my calendar
I’m not
counting down to anything
time is an offer
forgiveness
an offer such promise
such
small margins for error