Loss

It’s never the same story
My cells hold count
But my mind

Slips away

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Click n’
Load
My files are corrupted
Dishonest technologies
Do you dream sometimes?
The skies were blue and it smelled
Of gasoline
It felt like a heavy heat
And I shivered
It felt like bliss, like love
The Slaughterhouse
I’ve never been as graceful
As when I leaned into your absence
It must have been a dream
Months later, the phone buzzes
Click n’
Swipe
On my memory card
Do I still love you
Or is it you dreaming
Of someone missing you?

The moon

The moon talked to me last night
I couldn’t hear her voice well
She spoke of a laundromat
An empty street on a summer’s night
I read Baldwin in a tiny Japanese house
In a tiny bedroom
I smoked minted cigarettes on the balcony
And ate rice balls at 2 A.M.
The moon talked to me every night
Back then
Now I law below a flowered ceiling
The wine went to my head
And the moon speaks to me again
She speaks of laundromats
I guess
She forgot your name.