Smiling through my own memories of painful excitement
your wide eyes stare 
        and narrow like a lost forest of childhood stolen from

                 He is in the mountains and in the streams, fields
            Call upon the Lord Ganesha and he
        will appear

        awaiting arrest
sky-high nonchalance
        walk on by (off orange girder)

The       Joyful Feelings       met you as
Yesterday emerged from        the tiny windows
outside Tiffany’s        My rough

The senses of one’s
life begin
to fade. Rather,

Whatever interest
there was in
difference’s gone.

United at first
ham and cheese fall apart and slip 
             through my trembling hands

I am in a temple or maybe it’s a sweltering 
summer camp lodge type, of a room.

        Have too many cats...