2:56 pm, Massapequa Park, NY

[bleep]

you are made of kind things and
today my window talks in rain in rain and
and the pangs of water on metal. the old
world and the new world making love in
between this hardness our love safely
sits.

bring me your magnificent hands when
it is far too early to be alone. I lay in bed
with the blinds closed, my face transfixed
at the bumps and grooves of my ceiling
like God examining the ocean once before
he walked away from us. I curse Florida's name.

we dance in this hardness and hide our faces in our hands;
come home to me and I will come home to you.