we build cities from thought, desire
we map their worlds, interior, little doll houses where we can keep an eye
it is our need for objects to continue, necessity, development
from: if i cannot see you, you do not exist
to: i ride trains, erasing track behind the yellow past--they are covered in rust
she will sometimes close an open window to stop a draft, and i will imagine it open again because of the way small winds play in her hair
it's cold, she says, stop toying
so i give her a silk robe, white, but she only wants to go to bed now
i haven't built this for her, and so it is only a stillness when she goes,
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