suddenly it is the end of the week. i am home sick again: or
still.
so if i am sitting here listening to this song i know you used to share with her, & if i am sitting in this house absolutely alone & remembering just when it was that i began to be afraid of being in a space absolutely alone
september 1999
although i'm also ridiculously afraid of never being utterly alone or of always sharing this air between this ceiling & this floor, & if i am just right here with my heart somewhere|someone else in this barely-a-city-thing but certainly not in this room
then the music is getting louder & not stopping.
& then i don't know, maybe i will put my shoes on after all.
