you don't forget your roommate when your'e in a secret cia space program on mars

delusions are funny 

from the outside

i mean we can all clearly see

that your stab at a flll in your blank dream

can't be taken seriously

when you're painted into that corner.

the brush is full of termites

the can was empty when you got it

yet there you stand, back straight,

feet tucked, stomach tight, stuck because

you don't want non essential paint on your shoes.

you can see it. you can see us

getting that stuff on our shoes

and it looks a lot like blood

from a halloween tube you filled 

yourself. because you saw him again.

even though you'd trained yourself 

or they had

to not. ever. see him. again.

 when you did, all the careful

patches you'd sewn unravelled

 it was back to the two of you against

growing up, apart, depart, dearly decapitated

those memories. cut off at the head, so dead.

but you know. and he knows. you just don't forget.