And spells

So many knocks on the door this morning

It could have been anyone but it was no one

Certainly not the letter you said you sent

I checked but there was only a person 

Crossing the street with swollen ankles

The dog barked, too, then stopped.

Your sweats are newly covered in gunk. 

There are poems and poems and spells 

And I have done nothing all day

But try to learn new ways to say that

You prefer vegetables from the market (Arabic) 

And I saw an elephant for the first time (Japanese) 

Meanwhile I keep asking for money and explaining what I've done with the money

Sometimes I listen to old conversations

I shouldn't have recorded you in the bar 

I should have replayed this months ago

Though I don't think I ever understood you. 

Just that you often wanted to die which

Seems to be the major takeaway 

Me, too, by the way.

All this science, all this analysis,

All this oozing from your forehead, 

It's all poems and poems and poems.