Girl with mile long hair and coat hanger undertow
you simply cannot see anything
with you head in the waves.
Tired nerves in her hazel eyes-
did something slip behind my face or yours?
Splintered resolve from the heavy labor,
beat back disgust
I will do this for you
as you’ve done for me.
When the night clouds churn like
organs of vapor digesting
and the big yellow moon
stood high and shined,
the anxious tides
thrashing fast- but you kept pace.
A mirror, a fast coral sea mirror.
Bleached not my beauty, your legs solid sea foam.
Flesh honey I can hardly tolerate,
and my eyes can only trace trace trace
and I’m savoring this awkward dance between us
your throat of raspy dead notes
it’s the sound of autumn stomping.
Sporadic messages in bottles littered
your back yard of waves,
Don’t forget your eye on the door
no amount of birthday parties will ever save you.