imagine me saying let me know if i'm making sense.

let me know if the incident i just told you had concluded well enough for you, because, as you know, it happened far away and a long time ago. let me know if i'm being overly complex, and let me know if i'm going too fast.

our lives are a salad of diced lies. let me know if i'm not making sense. interrupt with questions, speak if you must. my life is a set of photographs, a complete world in each frame.

a friend, grabe, said just now that he no longer goes out with my namesake, what in the world do you say to that? this, after almost a decade of them together. grabe and sandra, a complete sentence, one a half moon without the other. i left his news at that because it was closing time and

my ride was calling from across the room. i wanted to hold on how unashamed they were to call me one of them, i wanted to believe i can fulfill expectations because isn't that what we were placed on this world for? they won't be real if they didn't stick around after my myriad public,

internal failures. grabe without sandra, how can that happen? now i really have to ask why. now, at least, this is why he asked for prayers last fall during finals week. i wonder when it happened. or how. he'll offer if he knows why. i'm speechless that it's even possible.

so you, i just imagine you telling me something i can't stand and i wonder how i'll take it. i'm curious how.

i wonder about evening conversations when it's just us and the glistening streets, late winter and the promise of poetry shining some time next month.

i wonder about telling you of heaviness leaning while they all waited for your story to conclude.

there's a threatening wall there waiting for my next sentence.
how heady to have the room in your palms.
don't you think.  ¶ 3/19/2005 10:26:00 PM