blurred music cuts in and out
through the sound of the heater
from the next room
and I can barely stand it
there is something looking over your shoulder
someone tossing salt
there is someone thinking of you
(thinking of you)
I want to jump up and slam something closed
instead, I float
barely
(you are left with this)
residue
there are so many things I have forgotten to tell you:
the man on the bike with the cat on his back
the stasis of my slow descent
this does not end here and this does not begin, either
where everybody hates everybody
(echo)
I couldn't draw a map of my own life
but I could, perhaps, point
(smoke break—we will talk about God in a minute)
geography is inconvenient—this is what our fingers say
geography is real / our fingers are inconvenient
(this is what God says)
some sort of finality [ENTER]
some sort of reality [try again]
or just the moon, staring blankly:
insignificance
geography is inconvenient
(we will talk about this in a minute)
the things I have forgotten are real
