No one saw who stole your name, only the white left behind, stark against gray one November visit after another could never erase. Someone sold your name, fed your name to a child, snorted your name from a plastic bag, puked your name into a cardboard box on a sidewalk. You were only a name …
Chasing the morning I always lose. Passing buses sigh smoke and strangers hunching forward, each into his own day. With the dust, a face settles into my eyes. He is a painting in a traveling frame, one that will never stand still before me, but will find me when I am ready.
Anger, I had not known you could be white. You are a line on my lip, a ripple of knuckle. You have never visited me this silently. I had forgotten you liked the rims of my eyes. I would walk with you tonight. We have much to talk about, and do not need the moon …
I HAVEN’T BEEN TO A BEACH FOR A WHILE I haven’t been to a beach for a while. The last time, it was newly night. Sand found its way between my toes, wet with its daily dose of sea. There were pieces of moon abed on blue, a deep blue I didn’t know before but …