that is I had to buy a plastic bag
with air & bread inside
Ocean to Broadway up Front Street & back
Sky the color of a sea-stone
drawn with blue-green T’ang Dynasty
crayons
Water beneath the ocean
for the sea urchin, for the abalone,
for the suicide’s bath
not to mention the remorseless passion I’m attempting to
skate through
SUFFERING because I want to?
There’s no other reasonable explanation
Cobbled stones, tangled seaweed, tortured beach cypress, wherever
summon the tides & the flames together
& I’m still right here
I can feel the concrete beneath my
sneakers
as I watch my shadow skipping
to
keep in step
the
sky & the streets like me
slanting
down into the sea
