smoking martinis
living slowly into sleep
this day a notending
everbatllement reading le fue
i fall asleep over and
over here waiting for planes
so many to take me ocean-
ward. over board walk the plank-
ton, yes, silly. i'm seeing your face
improvised in my curtains,
the small sliver of moon
that i nearly pointed out to
a boy waiting for the bus,
as i wait for your lips
lipelula.
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