A story happens.
In a room full of talking people I only hear quiet.
Except a woman who laughs like an engine being fed too much fuel at once.
"I'd like a double whiskey.", he said.
"A double? You must be a writer.", answered the waitress.
Over there she drew her eyes like an unegyptian.
You are as cute as the devil.
A woman's crease at the shoulder,
as viewed from the rear,
is the meaning of sight.
The Rest of Your Life
Sometimes I let myself wonder
if there are more than me
in the rest of these waters
because I only see the scrapes on the screen
as the film scrolls past.
But then I remember my breaths are meant for other things,
like swimming in dolphin movement,
and not for combing the bottom of this wild and wonderful ocean
for a drain.
within her eyes like pools of deep water
she kisses and
the lightning veins spark forks of blue
into the air between our noses
and into mine come threadlike neon splittings
full of little charges
a bridge of ones and zeros using the buddy system
arcing the gap between what we see
they put feeling into everything
even the tips of my elbows
and the washover intoxounsoffocation
has not faded
like a sunset stuck in pause
because the couple on the beach
have a universal remote
and they leave tomorrow
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
