The Great Disconnect

He didn't let them get out of the elevator before getting in---

that's when I knew---

it was all so fucked up

His compass was always one notch to the left---

he was always two minutes early

and then two minutes late

and then four and then eight and then nine and then---

never

And when asked---

he could only say, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor

and then forget when I needed to hear it once more

and talk about everything in terms of four square

and going from first to second to third and then asking if he could come home

But nothing--

not even the smell of us---

when it was skipping along

was even

or maybe it was just the way I heard it---

all in fragments and such