Bottom Left: Rossatty
It wasn’t my heart that was confused
But the stars themselves
Queer and dead what hope
Was there that our love would flourish?
We used to take the Ferris Wheel
In place of the stairs,
Riding high on the morphic sheen
Of our subliminal expectations.
We used to fashion satellites of paper
Letting them drift, aimless
From our open palms to the floor.
Do you remember the rocks
At the bottom of our fish tank?
The contracts and confabulations
That we used to crack open our bones
That we could drink from
The marrow of our being?
I remember tearing
Your still frantic body
From the gutter where it lay
Adjusting to the cataclysm
Of an ill-acquired wish.
I remember but it would be,
Better surely, if I could forget.
A quick write today. My birthday is today so I will likely be busy and unavailable a good portion of the day.