Wednesday, March 4, 2009


since I found you I've gotten greedy, and
I am kept close by my own wanting, a sea-shell orbit
spiraling into memory and back into the world.
i am buoyant and insistent as driftwood
hooked out of the tide by a dune. waiting for you
i join the birds' loud keening,
our raucous business messy and unfulfilled.
I should be subtle, and patient, but my squalls are honest
and i am attached to them, to the language of gulls--
I miss you, I like missing you, let me see you.

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