an ethereal fog blanketed
the willing city this morning
such splendid thinking weather
it was more warm steam filling a beloved bathroom
than rising river darkness
my mind so at peace
as i showered in the glass box
hailing the arrival of the new world
as the past has been eaten by hermit crabs
and my pain washed out to sea
i must have lived before i met you
but remember nothing of it
your pet sounds
laughter
snore
cleared throat
are all i possess
somewhere between
a hooting homeless batman
on figueroa & exposition
and the corner of candy clit & banana button
i lost the rest of it
as it should be