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

as he went past