We’re Cool, It’s Whatever, A Culmination
"Sir, please get out of the car" I shiver in the evening air, having cut down the tree that she asked me to remove, all afternoon, I have earned this beer. Are she wants She wants She wants me to be twice the man I am, and the only the only i d o n e o u s ve ctor toward which I can see that happening is through long and steady work consuming more beer. Kidding. Kidding. "Sir," Ellipses this. Then, now, (nowandthen) back at the apartment that we had, /(j'are you still with me?) j'ust outside the claustral city/ absorbed in art while the city burns around me in unfathomability, a man in a mask in a world of maske d'men and women'd ecision'd then that now we needed a bo nfire like in dayes auf auld. (Specifically 2013) a concave body attired in a tired costume and complexion gonna have a go at a burn. Today I have the word hemorrhage swimming swimming repeatingly sir in my brain. I think about that last trip to the beach, before ever ything changed. The pictures still recent still accessible on my phone ga llery atop the terrible gray grim winter ones in that small town way up where I do n’t want to live; cigarettes and road trips lost friendships Sir you veforgottenwhat love is But of course I haven't. What I have forgotten is what I figured out what I figured out was how to be who I really was always cleansed by memories sh e's haunted by he rs, sir,  help us arrange a way around the sovereignty of fickle fate his gape or grin (applause) just between us is this for real? What do you want? the shape and flavor of your intentions your mom's Che vyequinox, lettuce pause to parse the particulars "please sir" A fiery pink and dusty sunset, a spring evening still warm enough with the promise of summer lingering like a threat It's nice to not have to look nice I suppose (she fills) some sort of need for enchantment, for bewitching bewitchment lettuce pause to parse the sleep deeper than the cave that first corona bat flew out of and dreams and feelings masked a hateful invective like a bee sting "walk 15 paces in a s t r a i g h t li ne" it's fine we're fine a line does n't end so the end is the same as the beginning
