Ever since I came back I think
Daily about your voice on the phone
Certain. At times brutal.
I was desperate.
No, I no longer want anything to do with you
I imagine someone else: I take a nap and sleep alone
I ask my friend’s opinion
I cycle through the options. Grip my jaw.
Finger my two passports, the green sky
I leave my keys in the apartment, get a treat
I massage saliva into my leg, smell my finger.
I pick up some toiletries, a pack of bandanas.
I scratch the inside of my eye and watch the setup for a film
Funny the number of belated conclusions:
I should have known then when I thought I lost my ring