let me tell you what I know
the morning was windy & sunny & cold
the grapefruit La Croix was losing bubbles
on the bedside table
I would be best case
an hour late for work
when I was in the middle of it
called quite tenderly
by another’s name one imagines
a thousand fishhooks
dragging through the sheets
or that our pillows our mouths
might suddenly fill
with chips of glass
oh but honey I know I’m no one
I stopped to wave