not your second hand news story

i went to bed with you in my mind.

every day for a year.

i went to your house, to find it empty of you

your neighbours welcomed me in

they fed me chicken and green beans.

i sat in the living room, near the window, in a chair that sat looking to your room. i watched the shadows, faded on the blinds

they gave me tea

the night grew blue.

warm lights surround you, your hair curls against the pillow and i see a reflection on your eyes,

tonight i dance with those figures from the tv.

as green as envy, glowing in my arms.

cutouts of happy kids in the clouds.