attrance

it is always going to start like this with me warming myself up
i can hold my own hand by the bridge talk my own self out of it
bury the hurt chalk so it meshes back
the next part always runs like this cat who can't believe how interesting
and unpredictable the weird pebble is when it rolls around the apartment
this will be the last apartment and the last cat
when you meet me after the next shift i might not remember this
even this room i guess
is part cloud now
and taking on cardboard dementia
under the bed are loons
i have a friend who might remember some of the chewed off tip of this
a friend who's memories are like pools and fill up
and something with the sun where when it heats the pools
they just condense and get more and more
like lava and the lava takes up space
but the surface is blue