Remember when we really liked and believed in each other
and we thought we could never be any further apart
that we could only get closer
Thinking about it restores it partially
Feeling around for where it might be now
The feeling of heightened connection
is a memory with a wire in it
and occasional spark
The memory of the present moment
Awakening that unleashed momentum
The rapture of the present tense
Ripple unsettling glass
Remembering more
Instills it more
Unpublished moment
Walls dusted with sunshine
the whole of humanity on display on the empty street
A display of the obvious corruption of our hearts
Surrounded by defensively hard surfaces
Hydrants hopeful for fire
dressed red
Research on resentment
It’s how it makes you feel
It’s never the other person
she says
A trope that rings fresh
It’s never the other person
Dream of her with horses
patting their saddles & cotton faces
Kissing me upside down
So her bottom lip is
In my mouth
So I am alone with my body and
her mouth
She shows me more pictures of horses
There is someone else in my bed
In the elevator
I raise my arms and
Try to feel flight
Its the success of hopeless gestures that awakens my soul again
I owe Dave Spinelli a letter in the worst way