The Space in the Space that Memory Lives

The Space in the Space that Memory Lives

i.

a single footprint in the mud
he wears size 12 shoes
Armani?
she was weightless

ii.

the rain, how it fell
like cats and dogs
in heat
thunder, the sound of purring

iii.

a sharp and sudden kick
like so many in utero footprints
the shataki?

iv.

the trousers
pulled from the backpack
creased and folded like grey matter

v.

two places set
crickets can’t see the trees for the stars
Cassieopeia boasts from her throne
Orion cinches his belt

vi.

there were thirty
candles when this started
one remains, solitarily burning

vii.

my fangs
your blood
the red line trailing a covenant
down my neck
oh hallowed evening

viii.

you touch my latticed cheek through the cords of the hammock
automatically speak of the ocean
O your lips like a fish

ix.

grey acne pockmarking the smiling moon
red rover red rover
send the lunar module over

x.

your toes dangle, nearly touch the water
from where you gather my clothes on the dock
smiling tomfoolery

xi.

four score and seven years ago
and we wouldn’t be here

xii.

here’s me
trying to get to the place where you already are
benevolence?

© 2009 andrew kooman

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