When I talk to my 프렌즈 I pretend I am standing on the wings
of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.
또는 if I am falling to earth weighing less
than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up
with their 연인들 and are carrying 음식 to my house.
When I open the mailbox I hear their voices
like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle
passing through the tall grasses and ferns
after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.
I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away
from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them.