Out of Your Body/Looking at Yourself
This for all the people you wish you slept with …
and every chance you missed.
For the people in letters, in yearbooks, photos
and crossed out on lists.
For oceans that keep me being me and you being you
and for the land that connects us through.
We ride a train line to a distant station, in hopes of
familiar love and loving faces.
Sitting awake thinking about every life I could’ve lived,
if I had only been anyone different…
And for every door I closed, I left one unlocked and open…
in case my past followed on the wind.
When I checked over my shoulder, I knew I was alone again…
because things pass with pitiful indifference.
A few encouraging words I imagine spoken in a famous voice
tell me about a lease I can’t pay for
And a repossession that will be by force, not by choice…
A lover in a wallet…
Music making noise…
A shared winter bed…
Simple-smelling joy.
