Yes, I Knew You Once
Or you knew me. Things are
yes different now
and we are both so much closer to death.
We are all of us handing our
worlds gradually to our
children. To headbangers and skateboarders
and youtubers and virtual assistants
and those who don’t yet even know but it’s okay.
They will do alright. They will make the world
into their own shape and one day stand
where you are now. Where I am now.
Wondering if the changeover will be so bad.
If the beards of our youth will look as
gray to us as the beards of our elders. If the dogs
have always growled the same way. If listening
to music has always seemed an act of
ritual defiance. If we will wait for each other
in bed or if there may come a day that we allow
the sting to fade enough to sleep, then sleep.
Eat chocolate chips in bed, crackers at the
table, hard boiled eggs despite what we’ve
claimed is unfathomably distasteful.
We have become people who make messages
on screens too tiny for our thoughts, our thoughts
too enormous for our minds.
We’ve brushed our teeth. We’re off to bed.
Imagined alternate lives. Not about regret
but gratitude. Money and fame and
hot booty sex are illusory, not desire. Oh,
you know what I mean. I think
what I mean.