NaPoWriMo 18

The thin line dividing
what we were from
who we are is

getting thinner all the time
see how familiar songs
echo from living room

windows bouncing
off our frayed minds
as if to say we will

remember you who
sit there catlike and tonic
referring to the moon

in small doses of
the month that afters May
but follow me to

this river underground
where all our journey’s
end and try to figure

out what we are singing
above the dogs barking
and videotapes rewinding

back to this bridge
in seconds and reverse
recoiling and recall

a place of stasis
that says you are home
wherever you are not

and whenever you are