For Jordana

I really do feel like

I am in some French

movie,

blam putting

down a general

cup of tea. The

lights are thus

and I squiggling

then returning

to my work

quietly squeezed

through the

day that's captured

some way

separately

not the squares

of the cinema

but envelopes

of affection

spea

spep

spe

separation

I think writing

is desire

not a form

of it. It's feeling

into space,

tucked into

language

slipped

into time,

opened,

felt. All this

as a matter

of course

of course

yet being

here somehow,

open