Book Three
As I walk through the door to the lab, I am continuously repositioned before the threshold.
I hear one of my colleagues say my name in recognition.
I was about to put a check mark next to the name on my list of the patient who I just met with.
T could have side effects the parent company imagined, effects that were
One man admitted that T made him feel.
I remember cleaning out my desk, rearranging my things
Time has oxidized to a dull green. Those given a placebo have
Sometimes a ghost entered my heart and I could feel, and some-times phrases entered my mind and I could speak, with reason. But never was I able to stay a man long enough to remain him.
— Jeff Clark, “Napoleonette”
Whatever we do on the piano is a collection of illusions.
— András Schiff
So I take my hand,
and even though I know my hand,
I know I know it,
it feels like your hand.
I take it but I’m tired.
I know I’m tired because I squeeze
what I see between my eyelids.
Then I dream that your mind is mine.
I dream that I secure it
with my end of the rope.
I wake while saying
that what I say is the truth,
that you should believe me
because I say it.
Book One
If there’s one thing
I remember apart
from all other things,
that I remember it
is astounding to me
though maybe not
to Tim who I recounted
this to before I left,
I recounted that you
arrived
