Projects

It is today, after our phone chat, and out, in the rain

that I grab my trainers and leave my pain.

The water's not lonely. And the shoreline carries bandages

at its edge. Foam threads make gauze; there is injury

Above us, the trees don't touch.

You explain that they avoid each other,

See it is here, in the heft and the shove

of you hauling in the cages, that I confused love