suddenly everyone is gone.
the fireworks faded
the tables folded
boxes packed, furniture re-arranged, carpet cleaned, glasses washed, rooms empty, plans in the midst of being followed through...
i know there must be people around here somehwere,
but now the cafe is almost closed and I am the only one sitting
in the corner on the orange sofas.
counting my predicates.

On receiving 79 comics in a book dedicated

I have been very good at keeping the things I accumulate, and letting go of people.
I want to learn to let go of things, and keep the people