art-time-collective

i catch you looking at me
or near me or close enough that
everyone thinks you’re staring in an embarrassing photograph
you are listless and beautiful
your glance trailing off, losing momentum before it reaches
and falling gently to the floor
a redbrown leaf
kept leathery not crisp by late rains
and mist and fog
and this humidity that chokes everything but only gently
enough to make you slow and shiny
i wonder if you see me or see anything
you wipe your brow, you correct your slouch
you slowly slip back into it
ass sliding frictionless across dewy lawn furniture
you mouth some words and they might be to me
i think you are saying:
don’t you know this is everything?
i look over my shoulder and look back
you are sleeping

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