so there, I tell
the empty stool, the empty room
the woman in the window
*
if I am
the test you are
the multiple choice
*
my yes bumped into
my I can’t do this anymore
they fell down laughing
*
I’d never seen it
that line you crossed—
who painted it there?
*
if I am
the gravedigger you are
the preacher at the edge
*
it’s always worked
before this path
of failure
*
feeling lost
I notice there’s more
to lose