Lost in Williamsburg–
Why does everyone say,
“Just take the g train”
as if it is simple?
Elijah Wood was standing
on the sidewalk outside
of a bar (Yes, he is actually
short in real life. In my
periphery vision I compared
my height to his as I tried to maintain
a normal speed, walking past him)
I couldn’t grab him by the shoulders and say,
“You are the closest thing I have to a friend right now”
I just couldn’t do that
because I only thought of it the next day
while walking on a different sidewalk
in Connecticut
My phone died, the only thing
that contextualized my movements
I walked long distances in the dark
I moved my body away from Elijah Wood’s
without purpose
Transitioning to a second bed–not my own yet,
but I am longing for it–two mornings after,
in my hand I hold an organic orange–it drips
My ass in denim cut offs, still
to signify the season
I remember my ass in other places
Like against the metal bar of the g train
or in your hands, too gently
You have all the information you need
to construct a fragmented collage
in a text message sent
from early 2010
already 3 years ago,
and soon even further.
Perceiving the point when wakefulness
turns to sleep is difficult
but we have all the information we need
to lay still, idly touching until we are
soon further
You can’t have iced coffee
just by pouring hot coffee over ice
These things I know
and if I’m wrong, then I guess
I am wrong about some things
