Recollect (October)

October recollects the last century. It was someone else’s way of life, all cloche hats and flares, boogie-woogie and glam. I am meeting someone whose name slips my mind, though they are inexpressibly beautiful, smiling back at me. We’re driven and desirable, is how it looks now. Someone else drew boundaries, where we could go, or stay. Something about enemies, retribution. It was someone else’s war. Speaking to the last century, words falter. Those torsions of language are theirs, formal turning informal as their modern century proceeds. It’s one vast impressive matter, let go of, yet all around us yet.