i whispered
my arm under your sweet head
goodbyes in the splinters of dusty night dreams
in the uncomfortably comfortable bed
do you remember my birthday
or my name
do you remember
or did you remember to forget
i'll remind you to remember
we listened to the snap of sails on the pacific
we touched the cold northwestern wind in the park filled with machines
we experienced the coast glitter like a 1920s dress covered in jazz
we followed the broken road and didn't have to worry -- only drive and drive
there was a story about a ceiling
the trees were silent because all the birds had left
and you read lying on your stomach
your voice more honest
the words emerging from your mouth
became sunburned and sandy
gulls bolted landward to snatch them up
they are greedy
or maybe just hungry
the day before was wrong
we'll make up for it tomorrow
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