Oct
27
tucson (“finished”, but feedback welcome)
tucson is where
my dad slept with that woman and I
wish I knew her name so I
could write her maybe? and ask her maybe if she ever felt bad
maybe
she’d say adultery is such a strong word
these moments where we’re all scared—
something, everything’s happening.
parallel lines are a tragedy when you think about them sincerely;
they are after all of similar minds and will never meet.
and we stood, we two lazy eddies of a strongly moving current.
we were flummoxed by possibility.
I say sacrifice is such a weak word.
our moments used to reflect white light into this pool;
I still run after that woman like receding water
(Natasha)
