Walking myself on a retractable leash
all day in the purple heat with nowhere
to sit
and indecision the shape of a stone fruit
decomposing in my stomach’s grass
Benches tend to accompany benches
Stopped to piss three times on the road
From overseas to the future yard of selfish
little dreams
Still arrived unsatisfied
as a dragonfly
Bent wing like a restless hill
Got on my kissed knees to climb it
Called out to the anthropocene
lonesome as a bear with sticky heels
and never lonesome
What I ask is to be seated
by a window that lets the outside
participate
And to hear our voice on the phone
When I stop chasing and lay bench-like
you better go through even my scraps
with mittened hands
I’ve left notes for you
Especially my scraps