MEMORIES / THAT STAY

How long can any of us keep this up? Our hands
against the

sky as if we were attempting to keep out the sun.
Raindrops

have destroyed me. These words make up the letter I’m

writing to the mysterious Other that walks the street
outside

my window while I sleep. You have no control of the
memories

that stay—they have followed me down a long thin
trail

to where a river attacks the night. The moon and the
sun

have composed their rolling sonata. Nothing exists
but

space and time. We drown in space and time, lost to
space

and time, and dispersed. Arms so tired.