We are two abysses.

i am a well 

staring at the sky. 

From where you are

how do you manage

to see deep inside me? 

Listen to me, I say to you, forgetting. 

At times I am not what I asked for. 

Someone misread the order. 

The pages fly by while my agitation rises. 

You are the pause. You are the fix. The bookmark. 

The canary singing in your head, the flower blossoming in your garden. 

Is in mine. 

The lightbulb flickers and turns off like a candle. 

A brief interlude. 


Indistinguishable from truth.