i can’t write anymore
it’s all been said
or maybe
i just lost my voice
lost
riptide
it comes at funny times
not haha just weird
emotion scooting along
or riding waves like
a blonde chiseled form
who makes even utter surfing failure
bailing headlong into the surf
look enviably free
so when it comes
those darkened waves
climbing
capping
crashing
i stand on a board
i don’t possess
attempt a difficult skill i’ve never learned
and i fail
waves pulverizing untrained
unhardened
unremorseful
me
sucking me out into lost
fragile
sorting through
what i thought i knew
i come undone
lost
i first find her
half naked
in the basement
chicago
1990s
i am just a teen
she was born
from cold marble vault
one hundred years before
i even sparkled
as they say
in the eye of the one
who birthed me
i watch her
that first afternoon
watch her long and slow
then come back one more time
i don’t understand how
i know her already
chicago
early 2000s
i race down
familiar flights
short on time
(always)
but determined
(obsessed)
and i watch her
i watch her all the way around
i caress her bare shoulder
and i shiver
when we meet again
on that chilly lower level
chicago
circa anytime
i will linger
and i will finally confess
what she already knows
on being... 