i’ve fetched up with it
With someone else in mind
I thought of you
stalking Rochelle around the Fair grounds,
infiltrating families, separating couples.
You never touched, not salt skin or clothing,
one of the fluid mass.
Appearing accidental, you were beyond every projection.
Such intense nonchalance.
Did you intend fear?
I was amazed to find you behind the face
of my quondam friend.
The glint of blue neon off a parked car:
you met my eye.
Note: I heard the word “fetch” from a crowded hallway. Although the word does not appear here, I had it in mind in it’s sense of ghost or apparition.
Was that your horn
on my ear?
It woke me from a sound dream
I was at peace; now I want an argument–
you, me, and Revelations.
Was that your skin
on the floor?
When will you stop stepping out of it
to prove a prophecy
and hurry god?
Was that your fetch
on white knees?
Will you be watching your performance
when god taps you
prompt: eavesdrop and steal