Isolatorveg

3/28/2026

and oceans away—
forget state lines, I’ve gone further
than I have in a year
with thousands of miles from you
and kilos of weeks till I’ll see you

and can you live with that? (yes)
and will the phantom of me breathe
dusty life into your archive,
illuminate the pages of your journal

while I sleepwalk
while I rebuild, repatriate
little pieces of my mind

I said I needed a break
when what I needed was to be away,
while, all the while,
I want you to love me in absentia
while I spread black feathers over Flanders Fields
(and that’s not exact, but it’s close enough and i digress)

for I needed time away
to rebreak these habits
my extended use and abuse of the city
these sidewalk idols
growing uncontrolled toward the sky

and so I fly across the blue
ghostlike, unsubsumed
away from my madness
away from you

floating, unnoticed down the Amstel
amd I blink and I still am where I was
standing still
different river, same empty face (mine, don’t worry)