Susan Scutti
The word for time is time. The meaning of struggle is struggle. The thought of you is you.
A motorcycle races by leaving behind the sound of its engine and an anxiety of pause. I have been daydreaming a stranger who wants to talk to me and he speaks as if he needed to do so, as if I am the one who makes sense of his life. You must walk on the heel to heal the awkward misstep. Wonder in space, wander in demagoguery.
Oh, ugliness of the procrastination that has brought me to this! To entertain you with memory, I will speak only of the dream you discarded upon waking. I will recall your possibility not your actuality. Can you be what is not possible but actual? The corpus callosum connects the two hemispheres of the brain, it is the Verizon of the brain.
If experience is the bridge between two lives, if memory is the bridge between past and future, if you are daydream and I am fear.
The future tense of will is will.
Interesting poem construct…like the way you played with the logic in the poem.