bend

things like

looking long and

hard at a photograph

and

sayin' things like

"i'll see you tomorrow"

waking up to notes of

i'm already on the road

and goodbye.

sweet sounds of

buddhist monks

in the parking lot of

my mind.

equal chances monotony

or escape.

"c'etait un autre epoque"

i told them last week.

it was another time.

i welcome the end

of an era, lonely in

my room. and

wonder how will i

fit all my books in those

boxes.

how will i finish the quilt

meant for my

friends?

how will i stop hating

appearances and love

myself again?

what will become of my

adult summers and

baseball in the street?

how many stamped

letters traveling north and

spoken promises

of visits and hospitality i'm

looking change in the

mirror, moving to

sleeping on couches

and none of my own

photographs and

forgetting things i told

people. dark, sugary

skin, and waiting to come

home again.

oh, heaven.

oh, lies.

oh, spinsecret.

oh, heads rested here and there.

oh, dear ones...goodbye.