…yeah, I don’t know…
this isn’t working for me anymore…
the breathing, it ain’t
what it used to be; the eyes
dry out, except on the frequent occasions
when they leak,
and they do leak often…
often enough that I call myself
“sentimental” now, a word
I never considered before…
and the knees buckling, the wrists aching,
the ears full of inconvenient
electricity crackling over
the background of each conversation…
I can’t remember the last time
any particular event happened
although the first time
it happened is crystal clear
and I talk about it
all the time…
I expect this will be the way
it will be, though I live for it all being
temporary…I don’t know…
already a ghost…everything is best described
with an ellipsis, because nothing
stays solid…