in a space of separation
i woke up
with glasses
on
my table and
high-tops
on my floor
and he does
not
know that when
i ordinarily
rise every morning
i immediately
look for ways
to stay
sleeping. because
the last time
articles
of another landed
in my atmosphere
i dressed
in them. i
put them on.
i believed
he did
to(w)o.
in every costume
that i wear
there is a
demonstration;
painted nail
high-heeled
glimmer.
do you know
how i looked
to double
check if you
had not
vanished
yet?
can’t write my words, when i don’t have you… you won’t believe me… you won’t believe me.