The brain is good at hiding things.
there is no rhythm to the remembering, / no time or space or elaborate calling
words are fraying tethers.
I thought of the end and / I met it for what it was.
inches from the nowhere drain
descend and dissolve
because I don’t / know how to know / it any other way
Let’s stop making other peoples bodies our business.
the thought of it being anything other than a chair scares you.
He’s this whole entire other person and it’s happened in secret.