Hello. Remember me?

We talked about the weather.

Please love me.

Decision

A one-euro coin in my coat pocket. I will spend it

on something lasting. Find a payphone. Dial number:

"I love you".

Once upon a time, we lived in a sweet inconsequential world of

domesticity. We did every little daily thing together. We cooked

together; we ate dinners and cleaned dishes together; we slept

and woke up together; we hated the alarm clock at 7 am and the

pre-spring rain together. Inside our matchbox-size world we began

dying. Together.

Train

Fluorescent light: paper rabbit ear

brushed against my knee.

Rhyme

With white dust

on her pretty hair,

her arms and cheeks

and her black dress:

she flips moon

pancakes in the air.

Eyes

Almonds sitting in a pool of

milk.

Gremlin

Face screwed up like a petulant
raisin.

I spread you over me like butter

over a crispy morning

hour.

Entrée to night: glossy icing on
evening trees.

Rain drums: lips

pressed to

your back.

Sarah

Green-eyed childwoman

swoops down with

love.

Clearing

We met at the edge of winter and spring on a silent white clearing. The whiteness was bright and it hurt my eyes. My mind was all shadows and black spongy clouds of weariness. You were a child hungry for attention so we played a game. A game of telling each other about our lives. I thought we were allowed to be light-hearted about it. I thought we were allowed to invent, which is not the same as to cheat. I was surprised to have won truth instead. Now when I look at you I am still bewildered that I'm not playing out game anymore when I say: love.

Snails by Evan Cary!

Oh what it entails

when snails

set sail?

Coat

A love like a winter coat. Wrapped

in it. Snug inside it.

Itchy.

Tongue Twister by Evan Cary

Two bread beasts breed abruptly aboard a boat !!!

August

Missing you is like going on a long vacation to a whitewashed

town on the edge of a very blue sea and sneaking off to your

room in the big, bright house filled with friends to gaze at

the darkening sky alone.

Baobab

There's a woman sitting at a table next to yours. She's tired from the heat so she sits very still. Her arms are resting on the table; her head is resting on her arms. Black hair spills over her back like a prehistoric lake. You sit still, too, waiting for your order. The entrance door opens: a man walks in, bringing a memory of the throbbing heat from the street into the dormant ice age interior. He asks what your number is. A few thousand years pass. A baby baobab sprouts and grows into gnarly grandfather baobab before you reply: "78".

Bear

Last night I was a bear fighter. I was going to fight

a large brown bear in a ring. I was scared and the bear

was scared too. The crowd was cheering. You see,

I pass my time dreambear fighting when you're away.

Even poets pay bills, she said

folding the letter into a white-whiskered

dandelion.

Signpost

Sometimes one conversation is enough to propel into existence a chain of occurences. Such as love. It begins with something small and before you know it the heart is gathering momentum like a steam engine on rattling tracks. You realize you've come a long way from the first signpost question that now dangles at the edge of the map of memory:

"You are a tiny person. Do you float on lily pads?".