neutral

a cut out in my peripheral 

arm outstretched in gesture

existing, just not in my direction

kept my eyes straight ahead

why would I bother

existing towards him

I drive a different car now

into different neighborhoods

debt1

making a budget in my dream finally, 

unconsciously, as the hole gets deeper, most of me 

can’t fathom money’s realness especially when I spent 

the summer looking into his eyes 

he shades the lamps with rags

the wet heat irons my shirts

and I do love— this big question

lapping at the edge of the log as in the record of everything 

laying beside its vertical line

—even dream of you at your job, reaching for

remote and words like this moving 

tbc