Walk to the greenhouse.
Sit by the heater and
Enjoy the warmth.
Think of me.
Pull out an iPod and a notebook.
Smile at the rustling plastic.
Lean back and day-dream.
Keep leaning back, and back, and…
Crash into the heater.
Blackness and a growing awareness.
The yellow notebook is buried in mulch.
The heater is on its back.
Jump to your feet,
Lift the heater,
Trip over the chair.
Vague images of hair over eyes,
Close-up of lips.
Strip out the soundtrack and make me
Say what should’ve been said.
The iPod is face down against the inner edge of a clay pot.
The screen is not cracked.
Sit down,
Pull out the notebook and
Write what you came out here to write.