CXXXII.

it's just, well, why did you walk with me?
and i know you still walk
— so now you walk alone.

rumor rising along a summer shore
you caught something as though on the wind
as it lifted my golden waves like the tide
postmodern head dress, peeling skin
nineteen seventies
steel showers and silence
cold war silence

shivering arms alone on the sand
sleeping in the car
where you sat to my right and taught me epistemology
and every song from 2009

no matter what i do, there's the gatsby
whether it's you or him or me
or all of us

you reach out, friend
i slip away, confused
to break this orbit

it's just, do you know you're walking alone?
does it feel different.
does it feel like i am not there.

one sister in all the world sees it
and it's real now.