Is never some of ours.
—Juliana Spahr
And how
this might apply
in
terms of I danced in our
spot. Or I made him take
his
shirt off like he’d done
to me the
last time we
danced there. Or then
we went
back to his place
to do more. Or.
But then
I had a
near death experience.
Or how
these near death ex-
periences
keep happening?
Then we
went back. I really
thought
I was dying. Later,
when I
must be okay, I am
feeling
skittery. Sure, yeah,
absolutely. Walking out of
the fog
is here. Did it happen?
Was
there a dance on a
dancefloor
somewhere
near
the middle but yet
off to
the side. Usually
very
off to the side.
In the
middle
is
here.