reception- you greeted me on the steps with
your bodyguards and apprentices, wrote and written of woodchips,
of large metal dinosaurs
we remember our vague recollections aren't enough, before
you had any fond memories and, further still, thought
about your life in any tangible terms, you sought to be straight and narrow,
you walked on fields and you were kicked in the shins, and you kicked them right back.
you spoke to strangers in no uncertain terms, you thought letters and worlds- later when you discovered
you had only to ask, and you slept with different boys in different beds and it was endless, because there was no beginning.
when you know
you are right, superfluous words will cease to fly and then
falter, fall to the ground and you will not sweep them under the rug, they will not even be there to embrace you when you have no more words to say.
while you are waiting they are chanting and singing-song and cohabiting, life on the edge.
sometimes (you will realize this when you wake