Parts of Whatever

Inside a perpetual narrative
swept away by the tide
down the street & around the corner

Your seaweed bracelet, my fog-lined coat

The air sliced by pelican wings
(a ring of breath is all that’s left

footprints in the smog

sunset all blood-red pink & liturgical in the cypress

a sip of smoke, a darkwater oath

I gave only that which I could not take

& rinsed myself in the tender distortion
of parking lots near the sea