two for the road

the night she finally (almost) left 

1, 2 
puts on the shoes 

3, 4
out the door 

5, 6 
in a fix 

7, 8 

too late, too late

9, 10 
start over again  

::

carry the 1 

I got new rules; I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself 
-Dua Lipa, New Rules 

(don’t count on 2) 
there’s nothing here to save. 

the solution: 
take the difference between
mine-us
(nonplussed) 
and then integer your way. 

summed-up rem(a)inders
(how do I love thee?):

let me count 
the haze. 

::

In April, we poem. And sometimes we count past lives.