how to survive in this world and not even know it

[fragment]

When she touched me
I couldn't stand it,
as if missing layers of skin,
where had I put them,
I love you
she said, she kissed me, I said,
Ow.

Outside the mist lay over the city,
the mist always lay over the city,

Charles, she said
where are you going

In the park I saw a girl stand up
and her bottom held the imprint
of her seat,

In certain ways
even a picnic table
can want you,

Charles,
in certain ways
you are the only thing I know.

am I waking up at all today?

Not sure it fits
on a postcard
i'm
not sure sentiment
is worth one fucking stamp,
when a younger man i
was no more happy though
once
i watched the pink broad
sky,
alone in a far-off sand
and surrounded
by the shadows of coyotes, one
gets weak with linebreak, one doesn't
have the heart
to end it, as if believing perhaps
one line might finally solve it, as if
there might ever be
one final line.