in the distance
we walk backwards
to a chair I keep
for a girl.
I think this poem
deserves soon sound.
tell me about doubt.
and the bottom of bottles.
and figuring it all out.
I need something to sit on.
I need a place to put my wrists.
under faucets.
my hat has me.
as much as I have my hat.
dumb.
still.
stupid?
river.