Tuesday, I fell asleep at the bar.
After close,
the image
loosens
until it is just being held
together.
and the fire at your place
is a circle
so we never get there.
morning comes,
but it’s like we didn’t
expect it
even after
every morning
came before.
this one,
i’ll go down to the river.
and the fishing knot
i tied
is just being held
together.
and there’s me on the banks,
one cast
one rainbow,
but i’m just being held
together.
