Dear Idealism,
I thought you died that time.
It was the way she said ( ), the look, the gesture, the inescapable what if.
How do you feel now, surrounded by so much silver—stainless
steel?
I lived in you.
I lived a 10% life.
Could not even smell what I was doing there.
When I was a child I played with a disconnected pale pink rotary telephone.
I read in stairwells, books under bridges.
I keep trying to be that small.