move along and never escape

a good idea in her ear
could be anyone’s name,
all the things on the road asking
if it wasn’t a story, asking if we understand
details without visitors - I expected bodies
for sale and her affections set to one side.

what had to be frenetic became impossible
to be replaced, plotters opening doors -
a final amnesia drops into the sun.

I recognize the pattern to lose interest,
to see you follow while the worlds around us,
one by one, their dresses falling, disappear.