and for you, stranger, I am here with curious fingers in this place I have not been for so long -
i don’t remember how to do this, do you? i think you do. i think you sit at your desk with wine, like me, cracking the small bones in your toes and rolling your neck and thinking, oh yes, i’ve got it i’ve got it. i think your glass would drain fast and it would be four in the morning, and maybe you would hear your mom walk to the fridge half asleep to make a sandwich but who knows maybe it would be your sister, or your dad.
did you notice the way i wrote that line? that was an ode to you. i think i learned that from you. i think i’m learning how to copy and thinking you might not notice. i’ll tell you anyway. right now for me it is about imitation and i don’t think you mind, you don’t mind do you? i think you’re a woman with ashy hair but of course i do and so how could you be, how could you be, how could you be.