I've watched how your body shines in the water.
That beetle skin / wrapped around your finger,
glinting in the summer / like a solar flare
of my affection.
(My promised direction to you.)
I'm always talking about what I remember,
the truth is / all my memories have been
enigmatic patterns in black noise / now
all my memories - are of you.
(Trust me when I say,
they don't remember my name.)