The Cusp

We had a game of telephone going

you and me

and we would just get so---

that we would say the wrong things more often

than not

and it wasn't that we didn't care---

or that we cared too much---

it was that we didn't---

much

matter

in that way---

because we started living in the overpopulous

this relic of a better day

and we were stuck here with condemned skyscrapers

and fraudulent cloudiness

and the problem wasn't you---

or me---

or apathy---

it was memory

and the goddamn recollection of a landscape