I lie with one leg up and my arms in a circle,
like you’re there but hip dysplasia you’re not

I feel the ache in my psoas from sitting on horizontal
bars earlier like chicken Chinese tag

I listen to love songs of every variety to feel what
might be happening to me like vetting

Cross my mind, kindly. And enter a new frequency
of thought, where you are standing below my

Elbow, at rest by my funny bone, I won’t hit you
it hurts me, and I can’t cradle you closer if you’re

Not next to me, it isn’t so funny, maybe more ironic
Than anything else appears to be. I consider

Changing and I know that thinking about it runs
Me in circles like the ones aliens leave to prove 

That they exist, but we all know that they don’t 
Because otherwise they would’ve said something,

Long ago, while we were waiting for nothing
And it didn’t come, like Godot. And isn’t something

Better than nothing, or the grass never greener
Than when you’ve quit smoking? I wouldn’t know

I re-up when I see your ex-boyfriend and his Chinese
Cigarettes, slim, and his girlfriend, chubby, like a cherub

With a unibrow and sort of like Frieda Kahlo, if
You’re into that sort of thing, and you are, I’ll tell you now. 

Even though we couldn’t go to her house because it
Was closed and saw the museum of Diego Rivera instead.

I’ll always remember that day right before it rained,
When we saw the hills from above, plastered in green

And the sky grew sickening, and we left in a hurry, stopping to
Take stalk of the gift shop, before clambering in a car

And returning to the city. Leaving a fortress behind, works and
Muses and wishing wells, and myths behind us. A temple

Like the fortress of Doom. And from then on, I was born into
A mess of certainty that weighs on me like rubber. 

Every day snakes by just the same thoughts as I had then.