a little breath, a lingering smell, the inevitable chill
I am seeking you, I seek and seek. I think I see you behind the rocks shaped like a sphinx, but it is only a shadow cast by a row of cormorants overhead. I fall into the ocean, you are lost forever.
I am lying in a dried up baseball field behind a bright blue school. the school is blue, the sky is blue, the field is gray. a little boy, maybe 4 or 5, runs by in an iron man costume with a mask on, and he trips and falls. his father comes to him and soothes his crying.
“I was afraid that was going to happen-
Are you alright-
you’re going to be super protective iron man-
do you know what this is-“
“it’s a baseball field”
I have actual ants in my pants
paralytic darknesses, guillotines and knocks. there is no safe house. he is not safe.
it all rushes forward in a hurried parade, grain moths a flutter