conversational

yes

i say: i have waited three centuries for your cupping hands behind the console and your talking face is mostly always sad which is a shame. Again, I have lost one love but many lovers in trying to become perfect. I have cut my hair every way it can be cut. I have colored it, I have gained weight and lost weight. This is what life is for, your glow of changing is never permanent. Why do we complicate it? we talk about us in past tense and third person; we make up people and make them kiss and fuck each other behind bathrooms.

I say: stalked your stories on mute still only frame and pictures of mouth moving around. Sometimes drinking shots could not bear to see you in motion. Had to see you two dimensional.

you say : when you were around nine /at the top of a mountain with your sister/your daddy told you to stand at the edge for pictures.Your sister was also at the edge but it was only you because you were five and sisters are visible at seven so, it was only you at that edge. You were about 18 kilo grams/The wind was very strong. Your daddy was laughing when you told him that the wind might blow you away and it did. The wind blew you away but your sister grabbed your shirt as she often does and your daddy continued laughing as he is meant to do.

You say: maybe this is what you mean by life after all. Sisters and fathers and winds and so much grabbing.