(when i touch you there’s words on your body.)

3/3/06

tittle tattled through a folly
dumped lovingly into your
palm green hands and
shifted vicariously among
streets and vacant lots
bigger than us
and wider than the city

walked harmoniously through
slick beaten rain and
washed shores above
rain coats and waving patterns of
wind, i think

i may have ended abruptly
used my words to a wounded
disadvantage and
blazed through your triumphant
abandonment of me
in fields of thick
strings and taut bulbs

this is the place where
elements of nauseating
uncertainty fold
larger states erupt
time moves faster than
clocks and
i am no longer sure of
my awkward steps