26

there is no one to share two am with you
two am will not even be among
your own memories
memory--failed word
nothing-having--exasperated success
the illness could push through you
until you are 35
and then throw you back to now
in the crook of two hours
two am
here is a tedious landscape of malaise
within the small room you did not paint
barely chose
you are alive and happy to be
but there is no one to share 26 with
you do not understand how others
can work and stay together
you have only been swimming through the murk
on which others position their water skis
what do you think of brazil
belize
do you travel
you do
at two am
you fly through your own moonlit warehouse
bay windows, scrawling roots
insect bite
tinnitus like cicadas hums
chorus of cricket legs
ambulance chorus
plastic braceletes
blow jobs
scarves
the broken lamp
cavities and bills
a 26-year-old fruit fly on your lip.