Half awake I murmured good morning I love you because we'd fought like the Russians and Americans did which is to say we built up our defenses and counted warheads but only ever sent letters and spoke on red telephones and made spy movies
And it frightens me when I can't remember the in-between times when I can't account for how moments are spent
So we made our way to hear the judges and the feminists speaking at the forum she wore a corset and had stumps for feet he made her write him essays
Today the trees were under my feet reflected in puddles that were actually mirrors for all the greenness it seemed like the days were getting warmer and everything was growing brighter and healthier and then it came back to me that it's autumn not spring and you can't just forget the direction of things like waking from this nap and thinking it was tomorrow or waking this morning and having it be five years ago and I'm deciding to pick up and leave home like some kind of runaway
These days I pack light,
carry one suitcase to the train station
CDL
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