I Decide to Be Alone With the Versions of Myself Who Accompany Me, Not the Versions Who Accompany You
We agree it’s important we can
Then at the establishment,
begin to feel unpleasant.
Staring at the menu screen,
I say, Life’s a minute,
series of minutes, spent any way.
He says, But they have context.
But my context is in transition,
the minutes before & after parting.
What do I reply? A murmur
to the journalist. We get obliterated.
Was I forgetting the possible?
In the former, we were hiding
our embarrassment & looking.
Now as I said, the after unthinking.
I had written on an envelope, Ahab
feels but God thinks. The physical fact of being
one person + the psychical fact
of being more + the physical impossibility.
Next to napkin & packet of soy sauce on the table.
We know it, I remember on long days
when I’m several. Feel it, Ahab.
Think to shake them. I’m a God.