It’s out of order in my head
And time was moving differently,
So it’s very hard to remember what happened.

I think they call it processing
I was moving before I was processing, or as I was processing.
And everyone else was too…

By the water, the waves’ gentle sloshing
Drowns the feverish buzzing of the insects
A dull, throbbing hum
Oppressive and unrelenting

A harsh landscape
Austere heat burning onto its naked subjects
Danger written in…

You must have just shaved
Yoga looks good on you
It’s either the yoga
Or the fact that you spent the first 18 years of your life
Under the watch of two grounded people
Who taught you to question your faith but not your spirituality
And to ask someone the color of their eyes
But to not take green for an answer…

I spent three hours making you breakfast today.
Your friend’s girlfriend had posted a photo
Of some pretty fruit
And of something else — I can’t remember.

Like speaking in tongues
Strange incantations
The words come without meaning
Except to encapsulate a common feeling.

Lips form them
Receiving instructions through the air
From the ones that move in sync beside them.

I’m not sure the theme of this bar
I think it just reminds me of everything I haven’t done yet
Haven’t seen Twin Peaks
Haven’t read up on Bigfoot
Haven’t gone out to Wyoming