Speeding Ritual
“About face.” The arm I have chosen to do the work satisfies
me.
Armor love. Really, to be civilized is to float. And what it takes to
walk around on all twos. I’ve always said as much to you as I did
to someone that I knew well. In most states it’s illegal to drive with
an open container. After meeting you raised bumps in me. How
convincing are my memories to me, on their own? “Old as time in
the center of a room.” Our lit earth, become its own sun. The car
door is stuck, and I cannot get out. It may be said of love that two
people push against each other with an equal pressure. Exhausted
after giving a hug—speed bumps. Trying to fix yourself, she said,
would be like raining on the ocean. It’s all about my not taking
what happens in the world personally. Well into overtime now,
dropping handkerchiefs on the pier, on nightstands.