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LET'S




      
      here is the order in which it happened:
      
      
      
      I said, "I think that the room
      
      	should just be filled with space.
      
      		no books at all
      
      		and maybe just one rose
      
      on a table."
      
      
      
      amy said, "I could put the baby 
      
      		to bed."
      
      
      
      by that she meant:
      
      
      
      	"let's take all the trash
      
      	and put it in the trash, 
      
      		but let's do it
      
      
      
       tomorrow."
      
      
      
      		I put on a record:
      
      
      
      next, I wheeled around
      
      	and almost 
      
      		 fell down, like
      
       trotsky
      
      
      
      		dancing to melodies
      
      
      
      		on the record player.
      
      
      
      
      
      amy said, "you could help me
      
      		clean the kitchen."
      
      
      
      by which she meant,
      
      
      
      "by tomorrow,
      
      	you will have forgotten
      
      
      
      all of this."
      
      
      
      and
      
      
      
      
      
         "please be careful"
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      trotsky
      
      
      
                I turned to face her
      
      
      
      
      
      by this, I meant
      
      		that I loved her
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      on the kitchen table, I drew
      
      
      
      
      
       a small rose.                 I looked out the window
      
      
      
      
      
      and watched the
      
      	sun rise
      
      
      
      
      
      please help me,
      
       it says,
      
      
      
      to
      
      understand
      
      
      
      by this,
      
      	 I meant that
      
       		I was almost
      
      
      
      asleep.
      
      
      
      by that,
      
       	amy was already
      
      
      
      asleep, and I
      
      
      
              adjusted
      
      
      
                  the knob
      
      
      
                      on the
      
      
      
                        record player
      
      
      
      
      
      the music had returned
      
      
      
              to its rightful owner
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      by now,
      
       the rose
      
          opened towards
      
              the light
      
                 of the
      
                        sun
      
      
      
      by this I mean,
      
      
      
      amy was alive
      
      	and asleep,
      
      
      
      I was asleep,
      
      
      
            and with amy
      
      
      
           was alive, and 
      
      
      
      underneath one fragrant petal I rested
      
      
      
       my head for eternity and ever
      
      
      
      by now, my breathing was                almost complete, 
      
      
      
      
      
      by now, I           
      
      


Unit Circle Poetry