i know him, almost by heart better than the back of my hand which has never interested me memorised his face, i could carve it into the air, at will but we could not 'see each other' it could be (or would be) narrated by the others a private-life crime breaking personal laws made from…
he liked me
in the way toyota-buyers do, carefully
with no surprises
everything he said
and did
was just as his face-
manual advertised
the kind of pamphlet, you don't need to open
detailing love for mother and dog
and country, a savings account
and friday night movie
with hand holding
expecting the expected
the…