Wednesday, July 1, 2015
sezon deszczowy
I bought cigarettes at a corner store because
it was late because I wanted to wait awhile longer
till (maybe) she'll come around because her messages
had said situations because her new lover left
and her old meddled and her father half a world away
are simultaneously happening into a bad place
because in nearly seven years since we met at Gerry's
she had not talked about bad places except very briefly
and in passing the time her mother passed on
and she did not return home and I did not ask because
she did not tell why because once she said who wants to
listen about bad places because people care about funny
and she had worked herself funny because she did
not want to tell about lonely because it was clear because
it need not need any telling because it was bright as day
the alcohol and the series of lovers because she insisted
staying in this country because when i asked why there was
no clear answer because something was lost or someone was
because she was slurring when she called
describing how to move the night because she was still
in transit but wanted drinks because I've taken rain checks
because our hours rarely meet because she comes when
she comes and who else was.
I sent her a message saying I was
coming over because there was really no need for her to bother
bringing the buckwheat and the wines to my place when I could
because it was always easier for me to leave than for me to ask
her to because hours could get so late like the time it was already
morning and my head had become a blast because she comes
when she comes because I wanted none of it because we've known
each other seven years now because it had always been good
distance because there were bad places that need not telling
because they were bright and clear because it was always
in keeping of spaces she remained quiet while I waited
outside her door this rainy evening in this rain-est season of the year
because it was (always) proper to wait for a woman's invitation
to be let in because no matter the bad places described by phone
into an invitation to share a certain loss because her door
never opened after knocking and five cigarettes one after another
because the weathermen predicted rain because she did not stay
sober enough for an umbrella, story, or train.
Labels:
cities,
cosmos,
culture,
darkness,
defamiliarization,
dim light,
poetry,
unknown place
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