The door is cracked We used to meetlike water does Landon that more like when skin touches skin kissing fingertips or when air escapes a lung and is felt across the world've leapt over cracks in sidewalk sand swallowed away troublesome back pains that could only be fixed with someone else's pills We met by your house one stray Dayan you drove me to the bay where we sat and kissed like it was yesterday And here you told me that you loved mean that you always loved mean that you would always love Bethe wind blew, and I held you You rested your head on my shoulder and the wind blew warm Later, in your big red truck, we smoked some Greenland I kissed you harder and held your breasts, and felt between your Legrand with a gasp you told me you were in love with mean then you drove me backhand we promised it wouldn't be the end not this time The quill and inkwell on your foot'm a writer, and you are my greatest art returned to my hell and dreamt of you once more

Strange Rainfall on the Rooftops of People Watchers: Poems and Stories