was you there for maria –
when she left me
i was hungry but much clearer
it was a right of passage

identity stolen
memories invade
on the road, overtaken
told that i must talk

take off your duffel coat
and come in from the cold
there is not a deepest level
that no one has not yet seen

i am not you and you are not me
i remember what you said,
that you knew me better –
than my closest friends

there is something quite strange
about someone who cannot add
someone who does not add up
there is something quite strange