We went to the beach last Sunday-
Him, me and the spaces between us.
The clouds seemed to swell in the sky
Large enough to squeeze themselves
Into the nooks and crannies of
The darkest corners of my mind
And wipe out whatever's left
Of you upon me.
And the road went on and on
Like Mrs. Rosama's lecture on Herodotus
And the black tarry wormy line
Piercing the horizon seemed to
Be pleasantly comfortable
In its interminability.
And this old little piece of shit
That pretends to be a car
Whined and groaned and moaned;
Complaining with age and disuse,
But not loud enough
To drown our silences.
And when we reached the overcast town
And he sighed and I laughed
At the sight of the sea
And the first drops of rain fell
Just as the first wave crashed at my feet
I swear, I almost forgot you for a moment.
