There’s something I haven’t told you, I  
am passionate about what’s right in front of me. Durante degli Alighieri.  
 
We’re in scandalous terrain prone on a couch eating donuts —  
that, anything like that could send us home, hungrier,  
 
shoulder to shoulder, our emotions subsided into idiot access  
and the purity of night blindness. It’s  
a glow in seconds before another avalanche, fun and explosive. Wow.  
Or like a buddha machine in no-now. Then  
 
a chosen toothbrush has been abandoned. I’m forgetting about it.  
 
I’ll be moving out soon. Moving thru a lefty runoff.  
I won’t be funny or try, relax or specify the ...  
 
I only know self-reconciliation doing this puzzle, this I finished yesterday.  
 
But I’m always coming back, no angst, to it! 
familiarly strange and pleasant, yet  
 
I’ve lost myself in its new geography.. Thanks.