Like a footnote on a first date
phone call and voices low
and wavering, a quip quick
and quiet, monotone, sharp.
Free foundations firm
and faltering, a game
for half a decade second to
determine if the felt fear
is fabricated or fiercely
solid, a rock in a strong stream.
Eyelid shapes appear in clouds
and up and up the plastic
primary colors, the crisp white
sheets, the springtime rain.
Cream steam in mugs with
photos of pets and birthdays
and cracks in the rim, cracks
in the handle, hanging wearing.
Calloused fingers fondle the memories
and lose track of conversation.