Did I invent
you? A mirage
of a mural painted
on the side

of a bus. Airstream—not
Greyhound, VW, Trailways, twinkle, diesel,
hybrid, double
decker, or magic. To miss

an imaginary friend, to become
jealous of her lovers
is to wear down

a postcard of Lisbon
in the 50s before
I was born. Did you

imagine me this far
down the dirt
road in the fog?