Tag: don_delillo

There was something satisfying and hard-won about this.
I sat and thought, forgot to keep thinking, then started over.
It made me want to go home and stay there.
Who were these people, minute to minute and year after year?
All I felt was a shattered space.
I wanted the stain to last for days and weeks.
Was it some freakified gesture of reverence?
I didn’t know what this was.
I stood in front of store windows studying my reflection.
I walked the streets looking for people who might look at me.
We went for walks together.
I was myself here, able to see things singly and plainly
I stood and looked, I was always looking
He didn’t want to know who we were
He stared into the wall at the far end of the room
Low skies and bare trees, hardly a soul to be seen
We were two sombre boys hunched in our coats, grim winter settling in