On the day I finally visited you
I forgot how to make the shower hot
as if some part of me
was denying myself that.
On the long drive out
an old yellow rose gone rampant
at the edge of an unreadable business
and the hot pink bougainvillea arching
animal-like
opposite the entrance
to the place where you were held.
Tymon Dogg’s voice my constant companion
on replay
in odd chorus with the directions bot
that in the coming weeks
would be another kind of replay.