Tagged: west coast

we act as if time

we act as if time
were limitless, not seeing
the hour, the minute,
the second until it’s out
of view, unrealized
you tell me this
at the bus stop,
waiting for
the 22 on Mission,
as if it were the best
place to stop time,
delay departures

this morning, my heart

this morning, my heart
finally returned from san
francisco, snagged by

a budding branch, new york city’s
way of welcoming home lost things

you took me to the

you took me to the
sutro baths, and those
late afternoon
edges were so
sharp, i pretended
to be brave.
against all
heights, i longed to
sink into the
waters to ground
myself, trading one
death for another