Where to now?
He whispers
into his pillow
Lying face
down in linen
The hum of the water heater flowing
Which is
more of a tidal hum
Than a
buzzing bee’s hum
It lulls him to sleep
He dreams he is a fish
Swimming
upstream
With
glistening gills
His head becomes human
Face to
face he arrives
In front of
his brother
But awake he has only sisters
Now he is selling things
The
customers are laughing
Their eyes
glaze while he speaks
But still they are buying things
To fill
their empty homes
To have a
place to sit in front of their great televisions
In this place he shares their sense of emptiness
And on Wednesday she is calling
She can’t
wait until Friday to see him
He can’t
wait the time it takes to drive to her house
Together they are sharing
A cigarette
on Minot rock
Talking
about friends
Wishing they had more time
There was a time when he felt the pain
Of not
knowing how she felt
Uncertain of the way forward
But now the beat of his heart in his veins
Signals the
strain
Of being
apart
Of wanting to hold her close every night
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