vivid and
we’ve been listening to
holocene on repeat for
three hours because you love
the atmosphere, you say
i find jonsi and sigur ros and
play them from youtube, telling
you that a guy i knew went to
a sigur ros show in chicago and
that he said it was a life-changing
experience
that he said he’s never been to a
show like it and that every other
concert seems sort of sad and sort
of pale
that in that moment everything
was—
infinite, you say
—vivid, and smack your
shoulder
and watch your smoke curl up
towards the lights
mingling with my breath light and
stagnant
and i think,
is this what he meant?
because gray ceilings and gray
smoke and gray blankets seem
vivid and
infinite
here with you
