we just keep
spinning and losing and breaking and buying
when all we want is to be
flying and finding and charming and sighing
the florida air will be on my neck
i'll be thinking of the last time i was here
norma cassidy makes a comeback
a call to make--i'll have to resist
resist and retract and regret and retreat
when i want to
relive and revive and rekindle and rebuild
when i want to... i want to.
"did you get to send the rock to your friend?"
,norma asked me this later.
and i haven't... come to think of it.
you know.../? i haven't/
we just keep on
going and grieving and giving and glaring
or i do at least. till there's
knowing or mending or needing or... nothing.
nothing left, that is,.