sea/sky/whatever

i don't like the song
she is playing on the speaker

sounds bounce like jackrabbits in
this jigsaw room

futon fit for three
ocean deep
and me stranded in the middle
infantile and asinine against
salt-smacked waves

others floating half-baked
sunday evening breaking
laughter bolts from every
dusty corner and

then: you, textbook in your lap;
lashes gentle with each dart of
a new line, no
time for puzzles and people

                                                                                                     (and i used to own that
                                                                                                      weird beauty)

and i wonder what sort of
awful adrenaline, stabbing heartbeat would
drown my chest in earnest if i

could breathe with you