Tell me, who was it –

We breached the

wooden bridge to town

 

You caught my small hand,

laughed, out of

gas; February

 

We saw moon,

stars, which meant country —

But which country?

 

I know the weather,

music, the

empty bridge

 

Though I cannot remember

which of the monsters I have

loved can also share this night

 

Maybe it was me, alone,

Laughing and kissing

the mirror

 

I am already

forgetting

my good memories.