in a universe of telephone wires
that you understand perfectly.
I don’t think like you, we found that out
a week ago, you have another mythology
to follow, and I don’t believe in things
that don’t conjure easily.
You shrug in places I cannot see,
you eat without me, you sigh,
your long laugh echoes in the halls of
someone else’s house,
and like you, I am too alone.