Poetry like

Thousands of days

After seeing old friends.

We told each other so many things in the morning at lunch at night in passing

I know that he was in love with that actress . X knows I like to eat canned peas. We know X gets pissed when she’s drunk. We know T likes to bake instant cakes anytime. We know Z is a narcissist but we still like that person. These are just a few kernels in the whole can.

But what matters is that over years of walking to and fro together and I wasn’t even really there there a shape of me and them came like so many points flying through the air not to make me or anyone but to pinpoint something where thousands of days later

In a restaurant in little italy, or at a venue in midtown, or at a cabaret in the lower east side, I could startle at the things they know about me that I thought I only knew about me and I can feel my belly pulled like a root to the ground of how I know what he or she is going to say or do or think and in that knowing them

I am my self for the first time but in relation to a million little things from a long time ago when things meant nothing


I write abecedarian sequences

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