YOU DON’T SPEAK

by Karissa Lindsay

you don’t speak

a psychic told me you just like to be around me

and that's nice to know

i drive with my eyes closed

i never crash

not once

i see better in the dark

all my other senses light up the dashboard

when i go the airport i don’t bring luggage or a passport

i often miss my flight

or end up on a flying yacht

and i think i might like that better than flying economy

here i am again at the junior high bus stop at age 47

or walking down a random street over and over again

the one i never walked on when we lived in that town

are these portals to somewhere?

i wonder what kind of magic lives there?

i promise i’ll try not to be too angry with you in the morning

when you do something to really piss me off

i know you’ve forgotten it even happened

your memory was erased

in another realm

where rules don’t exist

but 3 moons in the sky do

call me in the morning

paint me the story

where we went

what we did

who was there

see you in my dreams

and i’ll see you in yours