The Memory is Enormous
.
In the dark of the room
I see lights from a police car turning
red then blue then
The books on the shelves seem hesitant
.
If I say that I loved you - that it really fucks me up to think about it
and that it ends a season before it begins –
Will someone please turn off the alarms
In the street there is a car and it has run into something and that something is an
echo
.
There is that drive to the airport
An image of all that is wrong – spinning in some pocket of time
like a goddamn metaphor for everything and yet – there it is
Life caught by the grill of an SUV on the highway
murdered like some cow –
I raise the blackjack and think about what body to place under it
.
The dark is carbon paper
The trapped object is a dog – wild or otherwise
The body - is cartwheeling
.
Here is what happened:
The dog ran across three lanes of highway
Barely making it
– I almost was the one –
Breath stopped as it reached the median – I prayed as if I believed in God
that it would stop – sit – and be –
Two more lanes – this dog – running like it was on fire
The grill of the SUV
Silver – breaking light the way boats break water
The dog's body was unhinged
It – spun like a top – like some trapped
perpetually spinning thing – generating nothing
I know that we made eye contact because I began to scream –
There it spins
– cars slow down to look –
A black hole in the middle of the highway
.
And what I'm not talking about is that I was picking you up at the airport
That this is so difficult
That it was some kind of warning – that it was the last time
I was driving towards you and the lights were flashing
red then blue then
Instead of stopping I kept screaming and crying and screaming and I was driving
and then I saw you and your eyes and then the moment and the moment in
duplicate and then the moment repeating until the end of the universe
.
I was waiting in the dark for the lights to stop so I could go to sleep
So that the books would stop holding their breath
So that I know that others aren’t falling into the swirl of gravity