Jonny – the gardener – walks with names but I can’t pay
attention. Pleasure of train running suddenly clear
of the tree line (but the danger of the city is forgetting
the forest) the real danger is looking up too late to see.
Reversible consequences. Say: which plant is
this? and at least you’re able to describe what
you’re mourning / at least name old love.
Say: what does it do? and you’re part of a problem,
or am I making too much of our old way of
communicating? Say feebly: I like swimming. Say:
not in pools, I mean in rivers. Say: I mean in the sea.
The way your body feels when it hits the water will
stop you feeling guilty for a while that you only think in
skin / that you continue to demand of loss a glossary.