you don't know if you'll live throughout the night
and you're watching a rom-com? you can deduce
that all prospects are tongue in non-literal cheek
or that your level of acceptance is very high
or that it's depression giving up disassociating
and probably not production values, star power
a sudden insistence on minding the moment?
a pain strip that overlaps takes on is informed by
the stack of strips below it, a translucent
suspension of anecdotes, quips, romans a clef,
bulleted lists, self-pranks legends memoir
and these legs can take you from sofa to desk
and a desk can take and make havoc with an arm
and an arm is all it takes to stop an action or
refuse the sorts of service lacking which could
mean the end of a long but very young evening
it's that you're tired and afeared of a rapacious
environment which can be slowed cannot be
slowed by inaction but can be snubbed as one
would snub an earnest lover with no worldly
blame apart from the ancient code she arrived
with, no more agency than gravity and water