i hold my breath for you
at the same time, somehow,
shaping my mouth into sounds
that will surprise you.

oh! how glorious it would be,
to keep gumboots in the car because
the need to jump in puddles & mud
may strike us at any second.

when you walk through the galleries
((do you walk through the galleries?))
do you make movies in your head?
because everything, to me, is overlaid
with a soundtrack of songs i've been collecting
& hand-held cameras & quick cuts
& a significant frame for a significant glance.

i'm sitting in the dark
watching this film pass me by
& i've got no control except
to leave before the credits.