Subterfuge

found some old poems; found some old memories; found someone to read them.
(some are newer than others.)
(the poems, i mean.)

the snow:
driving no longer procures any sort of rapture, driving becomes a task.
the snow:
attire must be planned in advance, getting dressed becomes a task.
the snow:
i take it i won't be seeing you anymore?
(breathing becomes a task.)

she chopped up a centipede in her basement.
she put the pieces in a ziploc bag and we watched them wiggle.
later that day, i chopped up an earwig with a sega cartridge.
the pieces didn't move.
now that i think about it, that's probably where all of this began.

let's get reacquainted.
i learned a new word, and it sounds like ...
i digress.

at the end of the day, i need to know that you're thinking about me.
that's not really a question you can or should evade; yes, no, never have, never will?
(regardless, i'm calling affirmative. i need that.)

meander, depart.
if i could focus on much of anything,
i'd be more of a something.