Your random encounter
Leaves me with nostalgia
Events that took place
Where you've never been
Your dusty half waking state
Never trampled on by my careful foot
Your musty sweaters
Ravaged by moth holes
Sewed back up and mended
Efficiently, or not caring
Left open and bleeding, heat
The smell of a clothes pile
On the very same carpet
Where dogs have eaten, slept
Your ability to remain neutral
In time
Is a gift
Some ageless photos
Where instead of being implicated
You are captured
Slowly spinning in space
With no strings that I can see
Your planetary mobile perfect
Your axis unbound
Made for this time
Some other time
'Oh, that's what you looked like'
Of course you did
Your wise old eyes
Burning deep pinholes
Faster than moth speed
Much more like dry paper
Cinder and gone
Not to know you
Equally awkward
Some fantasy league
With rules that surpass my ability
To cohesively construct
A reasonable explanation
Or backstory
Your descriptions
Off the cuff
Folded up so neatly
For such a mess
Bundled and scalloped and pleated
Puffed and bodiced
Speaking your language
Would be so jittery and dangerous
Before all this
There was an awkward Gretel phase
Having lost all Hansel
And sticking to your bones
And making this the very fabric
Of your swatched existence
Your corduroy was my corduroy
Your embroidered bee
Was my embroidered bee
Plaid was always plaid
Buckles always jingled and clacked
But somewhere in a bible of textiles
You are holy
Written in
Spoken of and spoken to
Somewhere in a diatribe of texture
You are Sarah or Noah or wife of Lamech
Around there is where I got stuck
By a needle and thread or bloodlet
For a reference, seal, or wall painting
And maybe that's where I remember you from
--
8.24.10
Leaves me with nostalgia
Events that took place
Where you've never been
Your dusty half waking state
Never trampled on by my careful foot
Your musty sweaters
Ravaged by moth holes
Sewed back up and mended
Efficiently, or not caring
Left open and bleeding, heat
The smell of a clothes pile
On the very same carpet
Where dogs have eaten, slept
Your ability to remain neutral
In time
Is a gift
Some ageless photos
Where instead of being implicated
You are captured
Slowly spinning in space
With no strings that I can see
Your planetary mobile perfect
Your axis unbound
Made for this time
Some other time
'Oh, that's what you looked like'
Of course you did
Your wise old eyes
Burning deep pinholes
Faster than moth speed
Much more like dry paper
Cinder and gone
Not to know you
Equally awkward
Some fantasy league
With rules that surpass my ability
To cohesively construct
A reasonable explanation
Or backstory
Your descriptions
Off the cuff
Folded up so neatly
For such a mess
Bundled and scalloped and pleated
Puffed and bodiced
Speaking your language
Would be so jittery and dangerous
Before all this
There was an awkward Gretel phase
Having lost all Hansel
And sticking to your bones
And making this the very fabric
Of your swatched existence
Your corduroy was my corduroy
Your embroidered bee
Was my embroidered bee
Plaid was always plaid
Buckles always jingled and clacked
But somewhere in a bible of textiles
You are holy
Written in
Spoken of and spoken to
Somewhere in a diatribe of texture
You are Sarah or Noah or wife of Lamech
Around there is where I got stuck
By a needle and thread or bloodlet
For a reference, seal, or wall painting
And maybe that's where I remember you from
--
8.24.10
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