In the Morning I Found Myself in the Right Place in the Wrong Time

 

last night i dreamed of earthspin

in different time zones. in raw pool

of black pupil i know

we are one air.

i sleep during a london lover’s clock in to work.

i want to get spring sick with you & aim

weak eyes at dependence.

tread naked the shoulder blades of appalachian

cloud muscle,

your turbulent stare from beneath. we

are ants & specks & dots to each other.

i would change the alarm clock

to your time zone

so we could be in the same place.

i look at pictures everyday; you move

in none of them. i carve my name & another

into my winter, snow bank page. we

melt overnight. time forgets

itself.