even in my isolation I'm going to think myself better than them. my feet are light, I keep my breath for walking. a little absence of disquiet I haven't seen in a long time. i haven't written a poem in so long. I don't stop to feel. I'm a cluster of branches. immeasurable. blue woman. blue & black.
tv girl playing through a nearby window. lovers rock. shy cat still as a colosseum. I'm forgetting old words. i forget so easily. i can barely begin to clasp in my hands everything I've let go of. ruthlessly. unhesitatingly.
I've been to every place here before. the leaves curl into themselves, preserving. everything I tried to preserve rotted with everything else. it was no good. I'm thinking words without feeling them. little moments are the reprieve. now we grow like dry hedges, along the wall and only taking up so much room.
