i have made a pact with the past
we kissed in the shadows. full
moon and a sidestreet that stretched into
the black hole of uncertainty.
i was taken aback, i danced for
hours and when the sun came up,
and i was lying in the gutter, i
picked myself out of the puke,
the naked stairs up to the room.
i slumped on the floor and slept for
two days. i called your name among others.
— amos poe, 1979 —
(photo: peter bellamy)