we drove past a theater that used to exist
that you used to work at
it was 90 degrees and i asked questions like i drank my water
trying to quench a thirst that sneaked in
cutting through traffic to plots wrapped around projectors

i learned that even the grey memories
the offhand exposition
and dismissive reflection
are hooks i find myself hanging
every piece of clothing i own on

we drove across the asphalt i bled on
a broken car on a hot day
it was 92 degrees and you asked questions like i drank my water

you sneak in
and i don't feel thirsty