Strings That Tie to You

I have so many words
churning in my mind—

a hurricane with no eye
that spins & jockeys
until I'm blinded

& only seeing the print
like snow on a television.

In my dreams we have
hours long conversations
in a space so white
it glows—

no walls or furniture,

just a never ending blankness.

We only exist from
the waist up
but also only heads

& you are happier
than I've ever seen—

chattering like some
ecstatic bird

as rushes of color
tint the air psychedelic.

You are strong again
but by the time
I open my eyes
I cannot remember
anything we've said—

all of it like a
garbled radio transmission
of dye & the sound of
your laughter.

I wake up & face a world
that bent you—

text swimming my brain
like the English Channel

& never tiring.