poem: strangers far away and very close

girl looking out a window
do you remember Rennes—
where the stars— almost bloomed?
where men cut themselves
for eternal random truth;
saying: i miss the dysfunction,
the late, exploding nights
your hand in my mouth
the spiraling, the fights;
girl looking out a window
is he caught in your head?—
the boy over the ocean,
his hands pulled into squares
let the riot fall— and find you,
darling— i’ll be there.