126 Wipeout Ave, Nada Cruz, California 95060

A minute of silence where the rain slants in
& I’m hauling her eyes around inside a damp mirror
as the evidence drains from the tangled seaweed notebook
(my manual & talisman

& further inside we’d ply the wet strings of the tide
tuned to the wake up call of swampwater platitudes all
drizzled & bent to be returned as light in the windchime
out along the tinsel resolve of your breath

A day & night of it so precisely stained, fingers, lips, the
slight limp in my step as we take to the sidewalk
where I still keep pace w/my father’s shadow beneath the
underwater sky like burned-out neon