strangers

maman died today
camus missed the train
                    sometime following
and me
     never thinking
                        after

like children to rorschach clouds
there are times i self-determine
the shape of elements
i can’t control

we are intertextual
i am living
                fiction
borrowed sentiments from films & novels
are just as much mine as
                               streetlit memories

maman died today
and it rained all day long
i was thinking of you
                              finally
                 wondering why
                          freedom’s just another word
on the radio
                                 for nothing left to lose
four years ago
                          i remembered
you swam the ocean
              sometime following
and maybe you are rain
with all its powers of suggestion
and the torpid fullness
                         of saturated moments

but probably it is no exquisite coincidence
just a book
               i happened to like
before its time

~ by krgaskins on May 5, 2009.