one year (time is a scam)

on this day last year
i was writing things like this
to myself:

she gave her two weeks notice (yesterday)
and this is a reflection of a reflection
of two weeks in September.

i watched her sleeping (briefly)
in my bed last night
same yellow boots she wore
for one night in September.

i looked at the crease in her skirt
where hip meets delight
and breathed.

the night before
i was sending emails like this
to my self:

C____,

this may be the kookiest experiment i have ever run; it is a practice in circles. the hypothesis goes something like this:

le denouement is about to begin
with a handful of circles,
one on top of the other.
Mardou,
le petite les bien,
et ma soeur,
it's circles all the way down.

i will talk to you tomorrow,

j_____