Once you've been
exhausted
exhausted
by the
nauseating pace
of the races
and the somersaults
and the hide-
and seek of youth,
you will be
the first in line
to buy
into your life
as a camera roll
of memory proofs
and a key chain
full of words
and phrases,
which only obey
the shape
of your face.
*
Don't you believe
in reincarnation?
That is
to say—
don't you think
the trees and grasses
arrayed outside
your window
will continue
to play in
invisible breezes
after you
are gone?
*
"I don't believe this!"
As if doubting
the truth
were our way
of catching it
before it takes
a nasty fall.
