1

             It was like

       

palm trees in a line

      outside the building

       

I catch my sight

      by: I get it

       

and it goes. Girl

      overtakes me

       

in her leopard coat.

      Angora guy

      

sweeps up his zone.

      A river

       

slides behind

      the palms, and the sound.

       

I tune it all out

      too, each getting

       

a rush in. I get

      the feeling grows.

2

             I take

       

my pill daily,

      and the days go by

       

a curb. I leave

      to cross,

       

now, to turn

      the one-way.

      

Not memory:

      I wear the jacket

       

new, hand-painted

      blue. All over

       

it was like:

      always meet

       

your next in fuss

       -free pomade.

       

Few wear gloves

      in warm winter.

3

            He swayed

       

as if he had me

      with his traps.

       

It was just down

      to his face.

       

When I inhaled

      the air of him

        

I felt as if

      I’d only know.

       

He was sweet

      when he talked.

       

His mouth closed up.

      Orange pullover

       

and a cling job.

       I came away,

       

not even changed

       by the ripeness of his lips.

4

             In that office

       

I saw a plant 

      so green it was like:

       

I insist. Being

      nowhere else

       

became its own

       effect. I lacked

       

a window,

      so couldn’t

       

let in a wind,

      couldn’t upgrade

       

the moment to

      its movement as

       

I would have it:

      my body, proven;

       

the plant, hanging

      up and

5

            shaken.

       

It was like snow,

      unexpected.

       

Temporary

      yes, but there

       

I go, into it.

      There are beams

       

between buildings

      so that support

      

is some bird

       upon them.

       

Parallel

      facility:

       

I’m to say who.

      And don’t.

       

As if the good

       it does to be good

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            for me now

       

won’t fall apart.

      I see a bench

       

on and on.

      Puffy boys

       

will motion to

      the dirty birds

       

it was like

      resistance

       

to notice, so

      I did. And do,

       

differentiating:

      the faster

       

you go, the lighter

      it feels, car-wise,

       

like memory.

      Because it was.