& all the indulgences
wrecked on
adrenalin & perfume
lit
from the inside
like a Japanese movie
As one might summon bare puddles
collapsing into
their own reflections
if only to reclaim the relics of a
failure you could
never surrender to fevered lips
stung by salt spray
lifted from the marathon
tide
You
need not fear the eskimos
drinking vietnamese coffee
nor the waterlogged legions
of
the dead leaving their damp
footprints
on the concrete
indelible like the Roman alphabet
tossed
like an empty
from the railing
