Turning Into A Bear

A storm rolled in. And when you left town,
Saturday became a book.

I became a skeleton recently.
It's all in good fun.

Closest my house, the gutter flooded the intersection,
electricity went out, and in the darkness

I turned into a bear.
We all turned into bears.

By morning, I took to Windexing the walls.
The neighborhood has a block meeting,

we talked about your shirts, how their seams
always looked like streets.

Then, as everyone pleated away, I ease dropped on the following conversation:
Hello. 
Hello.
I had so much to say. 
You did? 
Yes. 
Now what? 
I forgot myself. I forgot all of us. 
Okay. Should we sit? 
How long? 
Till we remember.