on the phone and beyond
i’ve forgotten there’s anything else.
i’ve forgotten what ‘yes’
even looks like. two lunar stones
cold, not seeing
that’s my eyes when i look at you.
you’re asking: what you angry at?
but i convey no emotion,
no feeling.
i’m simply moving through
continuum of time and
this talk. it’s autumn.
it’s april. it’s cold
even at 92 f.
two lunar stones
that’s all i have.
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