occupancy
holding down and focused
on that miles out miles deep
someone's idea of vindication
your idea of yesterday
i gave you my wrist
forgetting further instruction
eleven fifteen dark in nebraska
swimming by water light in a motel pool
given over to the idea of searching
there was someone i had just left
things i couldn't think about
things where we had gathered in the mist
things which would be waiting beneath your back porch
where are we when we are apart
where does the imagine of forever go
i have given my occupancy
i have given my storm
i have given what you hold onto
and it whispers behind both our backs
