That tape keeps telling me I should
live in the now-
current day, hour, moment.

Really?
I'm almost maybe kind of wondering
if that's a crock of shit.

All these something actions
producing lightening speed reactions but
someday here transforms to there and
now morphs oddly to later.

A cat is gone, I'm out of perfume, CDs don't exist, and Lara is addicted to everything.

Please,
sit down with me and we'll hold hands.
I'll talk about the mountains and
you can explain why you want to live in the sea.