Memories

Your gymnastics coach was inconsolable.
I remember how you teased your hair
and dabbed your eyelid. Your poor blue
eyelid, all florescent with blue eyeshadow.
Your little fish belly eyelids aren't alit
for no reason. I remember times
when you seemed like a robot, all stiff
with certain noticeable side effects.
You know how to fold a table cloth, Tina.
Don't give me any shit.
You know how to fold a table cloth, Tina.
Even if we hadn't agreed to be
something else, we still would have ended
up all ourselves, etiquette-wise.