The roof of my mouth is icy
with waking. The ice caps
aren’t melting they’re just warming
up. I try not to get to know
technology just like I tried
all my life not to get know
experience. If this isn’t the alternative
then it won’t get read. If it
isn’t mainly in my bloodstream
I won’t steal another train seat.
Never again. My heels ache
when I think of all the kids
with their dictionaries. None
of them have the guts to really
digest things. Laser blast. Can there be
balls of fire in space? It’s too late.
It’s written. It’s too late I’ve cooked it.
Blackened and inedible. I remember
the freezer boy stealing John Keats.
I remember a harlequin and a corn
field. She’s got strawberries all over her
lips. All this time I’ve been looking
for a line you might quote but
your shelves are so full and I’m
not a kid anymore. The world wrote a letter.
The post office charged me double.
Vignette. Forget borders and coastal
erosion. Erect monuments to robots.
I was holding the hand of a Czech girl.
I didn’t love her. I just found myself holding
her hand. I remember holding her hand
when we reached the all night garage.
I remember looking at her hand and thinking
it was a small hand. I remember the guy in
the all night garage had a face covered by tattoos.
He’s dead now. I remember walking back to her room
and giving her hand to someone who wanted it.
I remember doing things like that a lot back then.