Remembering

As if every time you did it
You started beeping
To warn others not to get run over
By your memories
As if every time you did it
You started thinking
To warn others not to get run over
By your memories
As if every time you did it
You started weeping
As if every time
You started bleeding
By your memories
Just enough to warn others not to get run over

After an agitated night of epic nightmares populated by strangers by the thousands who
know everything about me I've never known or have forgotten; after finding in a marked-up copy of Gaston Bachelard's POETICS OF SPACE a note to myself printed in blue ink, in all caps MARKED WITH THE SIGN OF THE FIRSTTIME; another note in script There is a tie that binds us to our homes, motto on deck of cards showing two dogs chained to a dog house; and on the book's last page and inside back cover this list, the house, the gallery, 4 rooms, red trim, sickness, dinners, sleeptalk, oil lamps, flit can, facing mirrors, our road, up front, back behind, our mule Alice, the ficlds, Peter, Peter, Peter, the road, the river, the boats, the wake, the railroad, shell roads, the levec, the batture, the cemetery, the tunnel, the bridge, Blue Angels,