M. Hank

Sit in the cold gray sand. Like a sand crab,

nestle between each grain and wait

for the waves to crash on the shore. Tell me how

the beach is like the sky, a map of tiny things

Remember the old A-shaped house?

The one with the castle downstairs

And the spell around it?

It's empty now.

Did you know that?

I know you went running

yesterday

and your kids had a great

first day of school

picture, anyway,

I wore overalls too

but everyone will think

I was copying you

won't they didn't they

i toured six different colleges over the past week

& i didn't care about the clubs

Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias

As we lay under silky rays of sun

And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,

Words falling over one another until they

Became nothing, only syllables