Odd Fellow “My mind doesn’t work right anymore.” “You are fine, you just have an abnormal fear of ahlzheimers and probaby did too much acid as a kid.” “No, I don’t remember, people are fading.” “That’s called age.” “The other day, my boyfriend asked me, ‘so what’s your funniest story?’ and I’m like I’ve got funny stories, I couldn’t think of why I loved Elijah and Seth so much or why I thought we were all so clever.” “You were, you all were.” “Then why don’t I remember? But I remember every detail about you and what you said hte day we met and the day after that and the years to follow.” “Because, they loved you. You loved me.” “I loved them” “But you didn’t worship them.” “We were each other’s world, in it together, it wasn’t a worship sense and i don’t worship you either.” “Did you spend as much time wondering about them and your importance to them as you did hoping with me?” “No.” “You forget things, see?” ---- Concrete Stare “Denny fucking Fellows.” The door opens, no li
More fountains than Paris and less than Rome, We sipped vodka and trailed along conversation lines. You feel the wire tap, make excuses while you try to dial back the attention span. In the bedroom, you felt sick. Slept next to me, intermittently sighing, I felt your sadness through the alarm this morning, You slammed cranberry vodkas, one after another and made me coffee. You blur when I’m wide awake. Who found out What Your breath heaves in exhales long, tumbling downhill. I ask too much. You make no sense. I am left in this prison we play house in and call home. You fill the air with nervous conversation. Highlight promises, loose bows knotted in thin air, too much pull unravels it alll. I hold my breath while you wait. Walking home in pitch black, the snow falls at my feet, my hands ice cold, you listen to music, staring ahead and stuck behind. I unlock the door and you make excuses like origami, fragile and pretty. You claim stake for sleep. I take a long bath, pruning