certain notes of the piano ring through the upstairs.
like echo told the river. what echo wished he told her
instead of the water. if only the woods weren’t so hard
to run through and escape unscathed.
i am writing you a letter only i’m not exactly there yet.
never was close. if you need me i might be underneath
the couch cushions, have you seen how big the mosquitos
are this year?
if you play certain notes though, here i am. its less about
the wick than it is the wax. what remains, right?
as long as you leave a footprint.
this time its clouds instead.
if only the woods weren’t so close maybe i’d have something
to wish to get lost in more than your epicenter.
the woman who lives down the block sits outside now,
but there is still smoke puffing up from the chimney.
certain native american reservations still permit the use
of smoke signals throughout.
maybe a steady stream means i miss you
means hey look, i would build a park if i had the land.
if i had a blade to cut the underbrush, if these
legs were what they used to be.
i was writing you a letter but i stopped because
i decided to call you, tell you i love you.
to tell you i dreamt about winter. again.
if you come to rescue me please bring two cases
of citronella. if you need me then need me…
