We thought of colors to rename the days. We overheard the stories of our lives.
You were the case of everyone leaving town. The way you rolled your eyes. A
cast of lies covered your face like makeup. At the fair we stopped holding hands.
Our palms damp with interest. I quickly became the case of not knowing how to
answer you. How to compare you to nature. You batted your lashes against
summer. Soon after I was the case of yes I will love you like a computer virus
until the very end. I will be on the walkie-talkie singing you into a kind of sleep
where you dream of strip malls overrun with deer.
WHEN A TREE FALLS IN A FOREST AND NO ONE IS AROUND
Tears form at the edge. The river pulses with wild laughter. Pine needles pretend
to be trains on the way down. The seasons pause and grow into glass
mannequins. There is a sense of retreat. The crows have already bid farewell,
blurred themselves away like wind. The mood is pierced noses at a funeral. The
earth is so damn rich we don’t know how to behave. How like silence to breathe
a rude emptiness into the day. And how like the day to be so still.