sure as a surgeon, you slipped your hand into the doorjam

blood coursing through the air
tonight
i know who i am

and i know who you are
or who you were just an hour ago
static interference on the radio tonight
i know what i know

quick as lightning you brought your hand back inside
and you shut the door behind you It’s too hot out there tonight

breath rising and falling
expansion and
contraction

why’d you tell me this?
were you looking for
my Reaction?

Word
Film
Love you Johnny.

***

I standalone beneath the moon by the crossing gate waiting on the double E and I murmur about my own exquisitely delicate alienation but you don’t hear it because I’ve alienated you and regardless Every day there is a new blank page.

I fill it like a honest gravedigger and I don’t know why
I tell you this but I do. Used to be sure I was very much
looking for your reaction but
that train don’t run by here no more

So that can’t be it but here i am again knowing who i am and shovel in hand like a surgeon