Hollywood

I wonder
if there is something
the matter
my brain won't step over
I don't dream
I see you
in the oddest things
a palm tree leaning slightly
and aluminum
bent by a clear, blue light
morning does that to the light

and yesterday
a stuntman hurled himself through glass

and that was so much
like us
that I gasped.

You remember
we were screaming
on the street the traffic
was biting off the ends
of conversations
I felt like throwing up
my hands and leaving
I should have laughed instead

of walking out
of the bar with a glass of wine
thinking like a fool
we'd argue for a while
and go back in
the Belgian stew
might still be warm
but we had gone so far
was it too far?

We had to scream
because we loved
each other madly.