PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Float Number

Listening to the dust
darken your presence
in the cuts where los vatos
trade dime shadows
for an ounce of smog-colored
nada

versus your supple wrist
the moment relentless

drowning or dying of thirst

sunlight grazing on seagrass
& the archival rain

that the pearl inside
might bless the wound
w/an air-conditioned drizzle
like the names of waves you
can’t pronounce
set alongside your rice paper eyes