Göteborg

Came home and lost

tons of conscious

ness.

For a time I

stole trays

from hotels

& now I steal

cups

There was this towel

I really wanted.

Sweden knows

towels

There was a shirt

at the airport

white, sort

of flocked

mine in every

way except

for this

girth

I bought

the girth

a burger &

nearly missed

my plane.

I ran

and my heart

pounded

I was not so

fast

There was

a man

running with me

I yelled

36

in camaraderie

but he ignored

me but then

he started

dropping

shit. I’ve

been

there.

There’s so much

coffee

There’s plenty

of coffee

I wish

someone

was here.

I’m becoming

so sensitive

a person

who has

slept ten

hours

I’m like

Vincent Price

in anything

my soft voice

whispering

anything

There was

a woman

in my poem

no I mean

my dream

and she looked

like someone

I’d dated

before

no she

felt like

her

like she was

going to be

her

and it was

an intense

time

in both

of our lives

she was

finishing

something

and I was

making a

mountain

of sleep

it was

possibly

crazy

and she was

humoring

me but

I felt

our gap

about to

be closed

it must

be true

I thought

it feels

This way

the two

someones

about to become

us

This geological

drama

tons of

time manifest

like persons

I was

slowly

heaving my

self

forward

to close

the small

distance

and I was

struck

in the dream

by the fact

she was

anyone

and I do

this

make

her mine

to share

my coffee

it is

better

now

students!

the coffee

is good

it has

become right

for me

in the

day

and this

is the relationship

I wanted

the dark

liquid

waking me up

in a

stolen

cup