Friday, June 10, 2011

sanibel island is far away from here




fruity pebbles and dryer sheets
cold marbled tiles beneath my feet
long day- comforter cool like water
please, can we go for a swim now?
water-colored pineapples not as sweet as
real ones+ as grandpa bakes his warm heart
into warm bread and mmm
smell the rich air full of laughter full of
love
chlorinated water adheres to every hair on
his strong& tired back, but that's
okay okay because i like it that way because
it reminds me that i'm
home i'm home and the number
two pencils and elmer's glue and
2 plus 2 equals 4 all fade
to blue
of the sky and the blue of the
gulf of mexico and the blue
i can barely find in the mirror anymore in
my eyes that have changed
to gray like all of the
memories i
have of
you

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