on friday i found jason singing all by himself. the pond was frozen. bigfoot appeared.

don't know how to explain it except it's
sort of belated and pretty pathetic
but it's okay, i've gotten into the habit
and it's okay if you've gotten used to it.
maybe i'll take john k samson's advice
and praise the things i can't forget
by remembering, sliding on driveway ice,
falling down, standing with my back soaking wet,
by asking the past four years where i left her,
and what the hell i've been saying,
by following women down to the river
and praying