we played ugly politics
and we played beautiful politics.
we debated
thoughts
that had not even
been formed yet
and they moved through
our bodies
like shadows
passing behind coloured glass.
i wrote
and you erased
two simple codes to
obfuscate
the same meaning,
soliloquies
that we could not anticipate,
let alone control.
i awake
with a nose bleed
on a train
that does not stop.
the whole carriage
of commuters
are whistling
the same strange
song
all around me,
a symphony
of blood letting.
your fingers
cluster
around my collarbone,
a necklace
of invisible veins.
***
tall ships
in a distant
harbour,
you don’t even
hear your phone
ring.
***
i remember
seven or eight
places
that existed
before you.
