Started the record over
An agreement of old souls
Your hands chasing the baseline through air—and it’s easy going
For you, three street lamps at the window
With gifts—the rest of our lives
The dresser bends (being just another form of light)
I missed your call
Lost in the memory of your waste—my mind might
actually become free
Out of body her room moves me
Do you mind if I live for you tonight?
From Blood on the Fog: Pocket Poets Series No. 62 by Tongo Eisen-Martin. Used with permission of City Lights Books. Copyright © 2021 by Tongo Eisen-Martin.