I want to occupy your mind

more or less like an anime

time suspended where

thought & memory

are woven–

show me a flashback hyper-

focus on a bead of sweat

every microscopic tenderness

where you lived as a child

your grief haloed

mother

&

When I taught the song

I sang the rhythm for you

it went just like this & your

voice caught on like a comet

tail & our heads

nodded up down up down together

Occasionally I confuse memories with dreams

Like you’ve definitely grown

wings flown down to pick me up

the night of the pink moon devouring

the city wielding several swords

unsheathed & shimmering with lethal

crushing

Apparently I confuse memories with dreams

I saw an x-ray of what it looks like when you rub your eyeball from a doctor saying

this is why you should never rub your eyeball but man I’ve always been such a big fan

of seeing stars