crossing my mind

you, on a trembling bridge, flooding,

in a reliable metro, surfing,

crossing lists in your mind,

things to tell me, skating to mine,

variable initialised, file: nostalgia,

something to remember-

what else is romance?

my dementia is screaming:

“do i know it if it doesn't cross my mind?”

i want to have a body,

not for my body to have me.

i want your body to have mine,

for your body to have a mind,

it’s objects vs things in the bed,

we are a circle in our minds,

and lines everywhere else.