you were the magic of the moment/ it was a small cabin, after all/ who said there were easy answers/ i’m all the stories i write about/ how is that possible/ you don’t get it, you never did, you never will/ i’m supposed to have all these filters, the new york times will not allow me to use the terms: breeder, breeders, breeding/ i am only a voyeur of lives and absences/ i went back to the cabin and it still smelled like you and popcorn/ who said we had to have glass for windows/ pray for rain or just go play in traffic/ i see you’ve been back to the cain, too/ thank you for the popcorn on the table/ your languages were always foreign countries/