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I should trust my head, the subtracting head.
It says this feeling will go, that hurt will pass.
It says goodbye to that patch of road.
Goodbye to what you think you felt that day.
On the fullest nights it suggests
it would be easier if this feeling were never felt
even as I feel it. If I refuse it then I suffer.
Suffer and return again to that which hurt me.
My subtracting head shaves me down;
eats me for my own good.
The years increase and what belonged to me belongs no more.
Where I am is still another country of reduction.
It amounts to having, to thinking of having, and losing.
In the barest sense it means being in the midst of loss
Defined by all which I no longer have, all which I no longer am.
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I'd rather have permanent employment than be called fascinating
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You went to Tampa to stop time
