Loitering with Intent

Loitering with Intent ★★★½

Locked in a house I asked you to run away with me, four am, no destination, you laughed in my face
Alone & desperate I let the sea kiss my lips below the waves I meet an old friend Jeremy's celestial magnificence surrounded me colors moving back & forth through every strand of my hair
When I resurfaced I cut it all off, dyed it black, put makeup over all my scars, & began living again, but differently
Now I can barely remember who I was then, who I am now, I can no longer picture myself in my head, my voice a foreign sound, my laugh unheard of for forty days or more
In a dark theater, I watch a documentary on Ingmar Bergman, back at film forum once more, he tells me he takes a walk every morning to get rid of his demons no matter how long I run I can't seem to shake mine