are you miles away?

will we always sit here
half naked with the wall paper,
and the dripping ceiling,
(where is the bucket to catch
the rain drops which crawl
their way from the roof)?

will we always cross our legs
the opposite way,
i to the left,
you to the right, leaning on your elbow?

why do you wear your hat in doors,
is it to do with the radio waves
you once told me about
the ones slow as grass,
slowly,
ever so slowly,
cooking our brains?

do you remember that?

it was just before you went
to the post office, (to get some money,
you said) but while you were in there,
you told everyone i had shot you dead.

did you say i killed you with my mind bullets,
inflicting a fatal wound, while i cooked your breakfast?

and after you told everyone i had killed you
did you come back and eat that breakfast?