There's a cat walking the lane.
Only, it's not. There's no cat in the alley.
I can make it all up with words.
I'm thinking of you.
This too is untrue.
I'm feeling elevated today.
Only, this is untrue.
I thought a fisherman could catch many fishes.
He has a big net and the waters are deep.
But the fisherman can only eat one fish at a time.
My stomach is full of blue.
Nausea.
My stomach is full of you.
This is true depending of who you are.
I wish I could throw up and start all over again.
But this is untrue.
...
Look what I just erased.
Look! It's gone!
I can bring no words to you.
I'm all filled up with silence.
To speak is like swallowing dead blood.
Today is not a good day.
I'm cold and alone.
I'm facing this wall, all blank.
There's no space between us yet I can feel it.
I can't see you. I'm forgetting your voice.
You're home.
Those silvery fishes cary reflections of you,
Reflections of blue.
And my stomach says "no more".
There's no more of you.
Today, this is true.
