31 october

waiting for the moment to own it to step up there's a cup and it's full time to overflow it the glow trips full over backward and the herd cattle calls on up collect to text mexico and the snow falls on cedars and other classic tales that never fail to get written like smitten school girls have perfect curls and coffee cups have handles too scandalous for statuses the cactuses that caught you had to sit through those occasions with straight-faced frustrations and avoid all hesitations without uniting nations and keeping calm while hatians and other earth people steeplechased the eraserheads out of movies that nobody understands -- i sat through that one and wondered why, even as those pay-by-weight ties were floating through the times when we used to sit through football matches and batten down the black-jacket hatches (we must be the foreigners) (please to note the chocolate kvass -- lost to all eternity when i couldn't learn the name fast enough, stubborn with my letters and lazy with my tongue, something with an m and a buzz but halftime full up so back in the stands, landing out of order, distorted among the sunflower seeds -- nobody needs to have all the answers, nobody needs to know all the facts) distracted again by whipped cream certainty on the cashier's speed and the need to park underground when the lot could have been across town too... these are the truths we can do without when the doubts should slip away, the trays could be served to someone else and i could turn away -- no, that list's not for me but i could/ no/ i could not know -- and i would turn instead to november and i would stalk into the stacks with the coffee and leave no tracks -- just the steam and the thought of my back left behind in someone's eye and no one would mind and neither would i