02 Jun When You’re Leaving and Don’t Know It

When You’re Leaving and Don’t Know It

I don’t know who I am without you
a tree woman told me
she’d given up the ghost

we ate a lot of flapjacks
with blueberry syrup
it was a thing in the community 

you have just as much to learn
about your dog
as it does about you 

I wrestled loosely
with a discrepancy in meaning
had no relish

even the birds were deluded
calling forth past lovers
a victory with a sling

hello summer
sealed in cellophane, almost blue,
at the literal end of the road 

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