STOPPING KEEPING

Some people who know
and don’t know you 
talked about if you were funny

last night. 

Funny as a person.  

If you are or are not funny. 

You aren’t dead/ weren’t dead,

just  far enough away 

to be really far away. 

They ate chips and talked 

about loving chips. 

I close my eyes to see/remember
yours.

Truth expires, kumquat bursts, 

feet return. 

There’s ground down there. 

So far continued trends
include: embodiment (feet:ground),
de-shame as the new shame. 

I wonder what you’d say. 

How your eyes would hold your

patience or impatience. 

To be honest, I don’t know.

Bermuda triangle, the rumors are true:

I have no expertise. 

(I know you’d eat more chips
than planned, that I’d eat more chips
than you.)

Funny is a flavor? 

Your eyes your eyes. 

When you laughed/ forever

because someone/thing 

was so funny to you.