at the end we sat embracing, i wondering if he remembered or felt anything
was he even human or capable
he was in the drivers seat of an RV, i was about to leave and let him continue his work
i think i had convinced him to stay
we had been going over old photographs
one shows him as a young man, impossible, in a uniform, aged and brittle, cream and tan like coffee
it moves like an old animated cartoon, jerky
or a video with a bad internet connection stopping and starting in fits
he walks down stairs towering over the low hand rail
the tiny image rolls as the face shifts and i comment on its lack of human fluidity
the phrase repeats human fluidity
we have been moving things, relocating, setting up house
i was worried
i opened my mouth over a clear plastic cup and let fresh water fall into it
along with two gold fish bright orange against gray
one is dead and i feel bad that i couldn't do more for it
we're setting up a kitchen in a warehouse full of kitchens
putting food in cupboards, boxes of cereal
i see friends doing the same
they have red wood cabinets mine are steely metal
i love him
he is kevin spacey
