i try to remember 2,000 days ago
but all my moments run together
like dali’s clocks of rubber
melting and sailing out to sea
—
i try to undo the past
but only end up making the present last
twice as long as it should
—
you read my future in your cards
i read yours off your face
i play our memories back in stars
something we both love
—
i examine the gall that dwells within me
how silly it seems
it’s not as though these are broken dreams
—
my soul flows out
like ink onto paper
you read between the lines —
hence the things you never see
