They’re gonna make an example of me.
What the hell is the difference
between a vision and a thought?
just putting together everyone’s stories,
trying to see what they’re saying.
Can you ever really know what life’s like for someone?
I’m here in the basement pushing a pen.
When am I not possessed?
Where do these voices come from?
What are they trying to do?
Am I robot?
Is there a microchip in my brain,
a microchip in my brain,
a microchip in my brain?
Am I a fountain of cells?
Am I a spirit guide?
Am I a brain inside
a hundred pieces you can name,
a fleshy vase,
a lava lamp of bone and skin,
an organ holding electric net of jewel-encrusted molecules.
Am I dolphin leaping out
and splashing in
ov er a
er ov and er gain?
Am I a puppet of the universe?—
wide fur-lipped muppet mouth flapping on about the state of things.
Let the furniture tell the story.
Where you put your clothes,
how you make your bed.
What kind of ice cream you like
and where you bring your dog
or first dates to walk.
Where’s the best place to watch the sunrise?
Your spirit lingers there,
cross-legged on some boulders
in your favorite sweater.
You like to be talked to
by someone who talks about what they know,
And then the don’t-know amusements
splash up on the rocks
as the water gets tangerine and pink.
This is how you want to be remembered by me.
This is how I want to be remembered, too,
us here, making each other laugh
in the cold dark morning
waiting for this light.
I just want to know
if you’re actually enjoying this
or if you’re just pretending.
I want to believe this is real and
it passes by just like a dream does.
The memories from either are no more real
but life’s a dream that persists for longer,
and when we are gone
it’ll be the same as dream
us sitting here on the rocks
examples to each other
of how to act in such circumstances,
examples to any passing squirrels,
the splashing lake,
the strangers and stars
of how two humans are
and what matters to usat this moment.