We were talking about the past and you invited
me in for a cup of tea. Coffee preferred, I just
need to make that clear. We were talking and
the water went cold, which is to say I missed
you very much. Cool jokes, ocean floor.
I went on a trip to the Bahamas. There were birds.
I mean, yeah, the sun was glaring and I wanted you.
I wanted you more than sun, then I walked across the beach.
I gathered sand in the loose threads of my jeans.
I gathered sand for an album, “Untitled.”
I gathered and I sought and I tried.
I found your face.
You were unwinding as all tight things were
and I wondered if I could creep a look at you.
Cracked headlights and all.
cracked windpipe, the words
stripped right out of you,
like you weren’t always
a signal blaring.
Everything was cracked. damaged. FRAGILE
typed and printed, lodged like self-exfoliant.
Scattered like glass. Fine print.
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