yes another poem.

the encounter

Lawrence never knew.

twisted smiles of happy
plastic;
read like an ode to a
rabid dog.
nameless emotion that soaks the liver- wet shirt,
thumbing the strings that mouth words of- love
that reverberate deeply in her
breast pocket.
tracing the mound of her palm,
convinced in the false map of her country,
i thought it was me
that slight air between you and what you reached for,
me;
that emotion that soaks deep into your weave.
i was wrong.

and

Lawrence never knew.


-july 2006