what is it today? yesterday too.
absent
thirsty
shiny lean intoxicant
between hours,
sickened fancies,
a soft flip turns me to you.
sleeping sometimes
sweating often/alone
a sideways look
at my direction
up
and
down
but now,
I shall leave you here.
too busy for that.
walk a little slower
when we pass,
figure your figure.
sigh.
something stays me away
to my place
not yours.