Wednesday, May 22, 2019





--I LET YOU DO THIS TO ME


Recession

I watch you
recede on the beach,
you and the sand
two tawny twins marching
through sea foam and time
until you’re a speck inside a speck
I can no longer see. 
It’s lovely to look at but
I’ve never felt quite so sad—
your leaving me like
a last gasped breath,
forgetting my kiss,
forgetting to say Goodbye,
your final favor.



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