Memo:

>>>


When I never met you I saw you all grey.
Not mysterious - just boring, pathetically
augmenting your self away. Like an underground
worm deluded itself the sky-bound bee. You
dig high, but ground
vomits you up arbitrarily.
Like an aboveground worm deluded itself a hive-
found bee. Worm, you live on cement for five
minutes, visited just enough times

to gain
notoriety
in the spaces
of my lines.

wordless chorus

What Happened This Time

Venturing back to my elementary school with a hangglider and half a hill, encountered a depressing carnival; left out the back. Old dance-dates working the booths? Unless you heard my mixtape, I'll leave.


Street-parked my shining silver Lexus SUV. Forgot which one it was. Thankfully the mother and children also leaving the mess pointed it out to me.

"Where are you going?" she asked me.

"To find a mountain to jump off it."

Not wanting to annunciate any suicidal tendencies I motioned to the hang glider in the passenger side.

"Oh, that's something you would do," she responded with an awkward smile, stressing the "would."

Climbed in the car. Astonished to find I had parked facing the wrong direction, thus my SUV faced the bullets of heavy oncoming traffic.

"I will turn around in this nursing home parking lot," I decided.

Parking lots textured more textured than I remember, but manuevering that car wasn't difficult. As I exited I felt the softest touch I've ever felt on my forearm from the passenger.

I jumped in my seat because I hadn't been transporting a passenger.

"You?!"

It was, it was me. A beautiful copy.

"You must be a hallucination," she said.

"A friend!" she said.

I had already decided I was real and she the hallucination, but then again we weren't in the car anymore and the spatial qualifiers of "driver" and "passenger" ceased to help me organize myself.

What was I concerned about? I must have been someone else as I tried to seduce her. Immediately rejected I thought of a new plan.

"No one is going to think you're real! They will see me talking to you and it will just be like I'm talking to myself."

We sat among a group of friends (I guess they were friends) as I talked to myself. "Can you see her?" I yelled. "It's another me!"

No one said anything.