She would probably kill
for me: my feelings are too
stupid for words
—Michael Malinowicz
It
would quite logically flow that,
if
yesterday actually occurred,
I
wouldn’t be sitting here now
attempting
to relay my story to you.
My
recollection is hairy. By which I
mean it's like a fogbank. Fogbanklike.
And
while the pieces each and all are
vague,
it hurts not to think about it.
My
head. It hurts. My head. Not to.
Try to
remember. My stomach growls.
Is
empty. Like pop quizzes in Physical
Chemistry,
Calculus, and Modern Design.
As I try to imagine you
Less I think of you more.
—Michael Malinowicz
