jamie

collecting bracelets,

and people charms,

and metaphorical

locks of hair.

gathering scripts,

and brainstorm lists.

keeping free drink

tokens in my

wallet.

wondering how i

ever got into this

circle of friends.

in this particular

circle of

conversation.

the way he smokes

his cigarette, his

beautiful face.

and what is correct,

for gender.

what is correct for

my gender.

i reach out my hand,

but pete doesn't see me.

he doesn't see his

girlfriend either.

her name is jamie.

and she smiled at me

like an older sister, said

"how do you spell it?"

like theater in the round

we receive, from all sides,

the one man show, the

story of our lives. and i

wonder how the black

crow flies. how we perceive

changes in time. and i

feel an invigoration that

my new collections i'm

keeping keep getting

bigger and deeper and

the meat of my brain is

thick and heavy with it all,

my collections. i'm

collecting bracelets,

for jamie.