Tuesday, February 18, 2014

On a June Day


I was cutting through the heat
on my Trek bike

Winding past the Barbee Hotel
stopping at the bridge

To admire the beastly carp creeping
near the mouth of a drainage pipe

Getting lost the way everybody should
on a June day

But not the same way you did

Misplacing your body parts in a dried up
river bed

Shattering yourself from the ground
up disconnecting         this

            limb
                        from that
                                                limb

Confusing hands for feet for flesh for bone
for dirt

I still find pieces of you everywhere

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