I was passively listening to this song in my head until I realized I didn’t know the words to it. I was screwing my eyes shut trying to make sense of the whispering, the teasing, the moaning, the shuffling, the stopping and the continuing, the silence following a deep breath, words ricocheting as with two parrots talking.

The times I was quiet I wasn’t really listening. I was waiting for the result of this consistent pounding from a few inches here below my lips, where I dug a hole not so deep it could only entomb one. From here there was also trembling, dislocating and shifting of bones and fault lines. From here there was you facing the open sky, lying on top of my previous lover, a corpse covering another.

I don’t know what I’m saying.

I was trying to write about you, but I’ve backspaced too much to believe if every word still had its bearing.