I'm writing back
in response to your
imaginary inquiry
it was a reality I
didn't expect come
loudly and harshly
onto me and I didn't
I just didn't even
"major tom to ground
control" twist some
**** now screeching
just to see your ******

I'm back
in this Oh'etry
space
eyes closed
mind down
in my spine
pawing at

I wanted to find something
I hadn't written yet
and you hadn't
stopped reading
as if a new sentence
wasn't an internment
of much thinking
after much thinking
perhap seed within earth

I was orchestrating a time
I was plagiarizing
a rhyme
I was fumbling about
as you can no doubt
corruscate me out

I'm thinking of a line
I could walk by you
and feel the cold
well 2
and you're thinking
of lives
or of this tissue
milky and soggy
saturated cords
of thinly visible
breath held aches
and we long
completely
out of dreams
for just love
or company
while

a baseball game
and a war
and a poisoning
and a white wedding
and a cure

and then I noticed you
had nodded off adorably

It is your judgement
of your moments
upon which
you hang
or not