I don't know
who you are.
The sex has
been fantasy
blued. Have drug,
will travel;
is the mantra
of modesty:
the world is
so big and I am
so small.
Remains in
quotations.
Do you ever
cry to the stars
while slicing
a tomato
dinner timed?
The moon keeps
watch. And I
keep tidal time,
shells at my toes.
Drifting and
hoping a riptide
takes me far, far away, fromallofthis.
