a message from a fond reunion, 

hidden in a bottle

overdrafting on my sidling savings

a big bright banging badhead 

brings a boozeless bath

often when alone i think, 

“this is exactly what an insane person would do”

and that means i am sane

i feel the agony of love 

and recall that the future never happens

consequential couples day was covered in stanza 5 of the love epochal, published may 2025. i will quote as it explains it quite nicely:

every coincidental couple share or will share a day

(assuming all live lives that lap over and aside)

when one is either twice or half as old as their partner.

we only live in relation to each other:

brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, children we are all 

anyway, the day that my love and i share is 11/1/1999. 1111 999. it’s a message from the universe. i don’t believe in soulmates. but some people do make a lot of sense for each other.

and the future does never happen: it appears that we are eternally doomed to live now, in the present.