That tower of leaf
reminds me
of a payphone
if there’s no building
underneath what
is this form
stolen view
I haven’t talked
to you at all
I can’t embrace
you this fast
as day escapes
there’s so many
other voices
in this view
that’s what I’m not
calling through
you’re my tall phone
my throne
my pile of leaves
Gary was mad
when I asked
where she said
it, Cynthia
seemed nervous
that we had-
-n’t met. I said
it here,
I’m longing
for you