final draft


One day
   later

who knows
  what
stops you

you’ve come into this bookshop
looking for youknownotwhat
        steamy novels
                      books on food

or for
          Me
      Remember
                         Us?

Here I am
marks and sigils
 my hand running over paper
(whose body now)
You lift me up
turn the clean but scripted pages
Stories
of Another
       Lifeinyearsandwords

See these words
For You only
  You
and yes I know you know
although I can’t be there
again with you
we’ll get to the end
of the book and poems
in this empty space
Somehow
  t/w/o/gether