when i last saw you there were lights in the city. and oh. oh. every now and then. i think about the way that life moves. the way words make sound. the sound the world makes. when we move in it. i am awake. alive with waking. and sometimes, when i look at your face. the world shifts and moves. the light grabs hold of the invisible spaces between. everything gets slanted. glows. breaks like waves and dishes do. in memories of lights in the city.