May 20

i walk into books-a-million; khaki pants, white-tee, and sperry's. michael is wearing the same thing i am and we both order coffee. i get mine with whipped cream and michael gets his with none. i don't sit at my table; because i sit by the window.

we both open a book, me reading about Ronald Reagan as i read something else; something i can't spot the title of. Michael looks concerned as i scratch my nose, sipping our coffee with whipped cream and without periodically, still reading.

i look young, yet potentially older; you know that questionable type. we wear socks in our boat shoes, as i normally do. why wouldn't i? my name is michael.

I watch, waiting for something, and yet not knowing anything other than that i must begin remembering, everything. nothing comes to mind. michael and i keep reading, but aren't absorbing, nor remembering, as i mentioned before, i am concerned.

"I have to go" we think; but where? neither of us knows; but michael sort of does; that faint kind of sort of, like right before i leave a place i won't be coming back to. not certain, but almost positive; yet not rational because michael won't be coming back to this place.

i remember a hotel room, and a tooth brush, maybe my shirt behind the bathroom door; we always remember later; a week later when michael unpacks his bags.

now i am focused, because i'm looking concentrated like; not all around, up and down like; noticing the chocolate mint magazines and cheap matt damon movies like. i hope i'm taking everything in, because michael for sure is not, we don't know a thing about Ronald Reagan, nor the Salt II agreements. good thing michael's reading something else, something i don't know the title of.

2-10-10

Killer whale, did you see
me sitting there by the top railing

Alligator did you hear
me yell your name with my father near

Dinosaur, did you mind
when i slid down your neck and spine

Ballerina did you catch
my tears that fell on the empty bench

Tall giraffe, did you feel
the weight of my eyes in the rear view mirror

You were only a minute
a shout between my hands
but now that voice has become lost
inside a mans

or so it seems...