Domino

I want to talk to strangers.
In a world where I comes before E
Except after C, I think about what is truly
Weird….that in weird the I comes after the E.
Maybe I think about it too much, maybe I spend
Too many nights awake, dissecting reasons
Why I feel so tired in the morning when
I should probably be in slumber.
I love the way your feelings slip.

I love the way you say hello.
I always feel like I’m leaving somewhere.
Never to a destination, I’m always on my way
Back from somewhere. I’m always the last to arrive—
The first to leave. I’ve got to get back to leaving, back to being
Whatever it is that makes me anxious about dreaming.
I find myself walking around looking for people I
Know, only to disguise myself when I see them
And make it seem like time to go.

What I like about you
Is that you’re always early
And you miss me when I don’t arrive.
I’ll never understand why I never see you rest.
You get up before the sun and taunt the moon to sleep.
Portraying a mass of linen—I mask myself—
I am a humid day. Hiding
Within the rain, pretending to be
What you like about me.