scrolls, etc.

this cat from the whitaker (yeah, babe!)

scrolls

i.

the faster i walk,

the warmer i feel

about

forgetting my coat

that's on the coatstand

purchased for

the season.

the faster i walk,

the less i feel bad

about

rain,

which i've decided,

has its place

but doesn't know it.

ii.

so in the deepest blue part of the morning,

i was right about the sky and wrong about the

sentiments.

(it was only light reflecting off my cornea.)

and i connected you and me without sufficient

evidence

it wasn't us,

but what's the difference?

iii.

i spent my

first six days

digging up scrolls.

on the seventh one i met you,

maybe soon and maybe since.

but

it's just like you to laugh at me,

trying to think of you in terms of me,

and...

there isn't space for all of this.

you are and maybe someday i'll be.

we're out of sight and out of time

(which isn't real, but might as well be).

(thanks to mel for editing this poem.)