Someone else

I keep mistaking sounds, have I said this? Yesterday or a few months ago the leaf in the breeze at my back was\ a man passing on a bike. When I turned. Or the other way around. Wind as birds last \week. (\And I was thinking about the shape of wind, because you feel it in a shape,\ don’t you? or hear it? this convolving into something less than not-present). Someone’s in the halls.\ and I can’t tell if they’re crying or laughing. I hate how I caught myself up in that cliché. That tropes have wrapped up my tongue. I want broken glass there\. I want to swallow teeth. You see? Caught.\ Turns and turns. When I step into the shower I hear \whispers. This isn’t story now.\ none of this is story\. Turn off the faucet and they’re\ gone. When the water’s running again, they\ creep\ back\ up. they don’t reach the drain.\ That voice’s still out there\ gasping. And I still don’t know. It goes on and on.