conclusions

i wake up to the sound of january 3rd and you
remind me of how litchi juice tastes like an
open wound in my mouth. i remember how
we were blackcurrant on each others' tongues
in july
           but only sound like static now

like tuning the radio out
after your favourite song has
ended.

[violins. singing bowls.]

december ended and i started to meditate
again. i tuned out of gigahertz and

.waiting.

for your reflection to find my eyes again
and now i am at the lakeside, the jetty,
the quay. i am meditating and the water's
edge is waiting for you to exist again

[touching his fingertips
to his lips]

somehow in september, i became the
edge of a cliff you were always too
scared to look over
      [vertigo
     means that
you only loved me in february]

and of february i will dream.