a familiar place  our dreams quarreling over petty things you've never been here  but seem at home familiar  what isn’t is vertigo i adapt to it  adopt it somehow though it is yours  though you shouldn't be here  you belong out there beyond  my reach but here it is  and here we are disjointed and  juxtaposed my poetry  and your prose fluttering about  our neon lights and he is the punctuation  and she is the space between each empathetic  syllable
