After Dash Disappeared
Under His Own Mind

By Anath Hartmann

If you're crazy
I cannot really speak,
Because every word you say is golden in your mind,
And the phrases we pull around on a satellite,
Where I am unsure of your
Stability,
Are strained and torqued.
It's funny how you say you love me,
That:
"Hold on a second, I'm coming back" means
we're just picking up where we ended last;
but by now
you know as well as I do, somewhere beyond your illness,
that nothing remains of either of us.
  You rhyme,
I am shocked by the
Poverty of your words.
Am I learning anything at all
From this?
Dashiell I have my own problems.
We are neither of us so bright as we imagined.