Sea Room

The Past

The Past They were laying tar on the streets today and tar on the roofs. Then the night, the unsightly stars like a pocked face and the face must be forgiven. I sat down on the stones that are finished and looked at the clouds which are never complete and which never rest easily with the moon. I acted so lovesick. I did not think about the past, it thought of me. Recollections infested the halls. A spider planned an hour around my dull activities. Solitudes so slight walk diagonally across the wall and strike the day, even the corner of my room leaned far as if to find another house. It's easier to forget the dead than to forget the living, who might pass us in the street and shudder with recognition. Both groups ignored my inquiries. My intention was to start immediately at something's end, a disappearance so lovely, I believed it was flirtation. 46 ...