A senseless grapevine curls down our neck
in between whispers we stand, a hundred of them
faceless, they surround with twisted versions of
a misheard story
a misheard name
a conniving mind
a shadow of a dame
I stand with her, clueless, we are
They build memories that we are not aware of
We meet for the first time, they say we
have done it everywhere
had a dog to ourselves?
but I can’t meet her eyes
let alone meet them for the first time
then it all comes back
A drunk night, the help of a stranger
when she helped me on my feet while I puked
a water that turned into wetness, for them
a gesture that turned into gestating, for them?
oh how the tongues twist, the ear’s list, the mouth shits
a rumour that we stand in the middle of, it breathes
soaks the air all around us, while we wonder how it found us.