i. Static hissed beneath all, tearing itself in 

two

on the screen over which we walked

I woke up beneath baby-blue bedsheets

with its echo hanging loose overhead like 

a power line

Out of bed, out of mind

I’ll get back to you shortly.

ii. Polyrhythm pangs and sets to its feet 

a flesh figurine

she spins with a swift skirt sweep at the window

linen draped long and low

clasped hands at rest on a pale breast bone

iii. The hairdresser asked what I’ve been reading lately 

And i said well I haven’t had the energy to get invested in anything 

the creek fell flat behind my childhood home - 

a community pool for mosquitoes.

The lack of wind in the backyard made

plant stalks look more like stolid stakes 

this stale september 

It’s nice to meet you.

iv. static hissed beneath all, tearing itself in two 

on the screen over which I stood still.

v. she turns without time

before curtains blown back in a haze as in halo.

one wooden floorboard sticks up at its end but will bend

to the weight of her unrehearsed tread. 

vi. The same figure has been showing across the street at 

the same time every afternoon.

I swear I see the outline of his posture when I blink.

I’ll see you tomorrow

when I’ve built my loft on top of the world

and nursed all my bad days back to health

I know I will because each night before bed I have traced where my feet should land

unlike her with no plan

spinning in linen toward the white sky 

as the floorboard

complicitly bends

I feel no envy. 

Nothing much, you? 

vii. Static hissed beneath all, tearing itself in

two 

on the screen over which we walked

I woke up beneath baby-blue bedsheets

with its echo selling prescription drugs on T.V. 

and out of bed, out of mind.