Here is where I come to catch you. Mouth beating like a drum. I go to see the ships and they are still sailing like ships. A girl in a bright red vest stand with legs spread, looking like a hunter. I guess this is where I say I regret it. I regret it. Now is not the time to go finger grabbing for my phone that chirps like a bird. I won’t have it. Now is not the time to remember. Anything. Every day I pass that restaurant with the sign on the corner; a noun and a verb. Prime-Rib: Excellent! Chicken Pot Pie: Delicious! Why must the same people get on the same train with me? Their heads bob in front. They have only changed their scarves, their underwear.
Here is where I come to catch you. Orange neon sweat vest, shoes running. That hair that never falls right. I want to check your body for bites, pull your little toes. I want to have access again. To the sheets that touch us in thousand fiber touches, to the apartment that feels like a hotel. Closed and safe from anyone without a key.