Having your mind bent

I throw punches and you snatch them from the air and bring them back to me. Wait for me to throw them again. You’re my best friend.

The outline of rooftops makes a jagged edge and I find you a skating rink where scars won’t heal. Clouds seem less real. You have photo appeal. I want her.


I remember your reflection in the glass high above the streets of Chicago where below the traffic made moving ribbons of light across the landscape. I could see the world but I was focused on your reflection, focused on you.

I strongly suggest exercise and a steady regiment of vitamins and supplements. In order to seem coherent and think one thought at a time. I’ve wished for swarms of bees in the past. I collected them in plastic bags to store in the freezer as experiments when I was a child. The sunlight always brought them back to life and I felt as if I had figured out the secret of creation.

We’ve all tried to put the glue back into the bottle.