vervain______

he came back from the dead.
we are sitting around a wooden table
in a dark bar
drinking shots.
soon
he believes me.
when did it happen?
he asks
and
how?
i have no details.
i was lost in that moment
attending
my safty,
the easy way
in which i breathe.
i
have never fought
for my own life.
bullshit,
he says,
everyone does.

maybe
but
maybe not.