Tuesday, June 23, 2020

the other beach earlier

the birds in a slow v
   a few slow v's

loving the curve of this
the curse of his
long long
to be in [it]
he put in my head
that I could be 
falling out

a solid, old shell

draw on my legs
with this pen and 

imagine you watching
while I run through everything

how later we say
I was going there all the time