DO YOU REALIZE THAT THIS IS AN ILLUSION?
What I am saying is something similar to what I think, except that as I push these words
through
the
colander
of my mouth something changes in the way that you change when you leave in the morning.
I watch this, your suffering, my surface-tension, I’m talking and you sleep, as if sleeping were the same as
swimming and we were treading in a pool of celery root.
all words copyright thomas p. levy, 2009