hush
let’s negotiate with a gun to the head
let’s pull the fear over our knees
and wait
for the light to undo our impotence

look at those empty chairs within us
the fog among them
we are unoccupiable, my love!

lift your goblet, knock down the last memory
shhh!
I promise not to remember the future
nor the white of the magnolia bloomed in the middle of winter
in an amnesia crisis

let us count the years backwards
with fingers dampened by tears
for accuracy
leaning against slowly but surely
collapsing walls

smile
my queen and your bishop fancy each other