A to B connected by an infinite line
a circle that just goes around and around and you never reach the other end,
words were lost between them
and so were our bodies.
The names written on the table are filled with dirt
they can’t be read anymore.
Everything in front of me is filled with dirt too, because
nothing makes sense after I’ve read it that many times over.
I’ve listened to the words you said till they all blended together
and made a soup of random letters and words.
I go in circles at the edge of the bowl till I forget where I’m going
then I see it again, on the edge of the table
you and an empty plate with my words being served.