the passion?

Driving driving today. Slipslide cd into changer; wilco being there disc 1. I wasn't paying attention and blinked and mind flew back to asphalt with a lake, black trucks taking up two parking spaces and sunny days.
5:30 p.m., traffic was nice and spanish class got out early. Here I am shuffling through cds and pages of sci-fi, waiting for a small black car with overdressed girl behind the wheel.

far far away
what's the world got in store?
say you miss me

blanked out and locked up. hadn't listened to that cd in forever.

it's the small details that will still slip in and blank me out. it's the stolen glances and finger placements and bits of skin. whole images don't register. maybe too much? i don't know.

all I know is flecks of green and gold can still free(ze) me.

filedrawer:

I awoke in bed to moonlight, and I saw your profile illuminated.

I reached out to touch your skin, but felt only sheets damp with sweat.