ka-sha-kawe were sitting at the kitchen tableka-sha-ka9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hands tight in my lap
like a stanford college interview
teasing with the possibility of brilliant.
my ankles were cold. you looked to the side.
the sky was leaking
my ceiling was broken
ka-sha-ka, ka-sha-ka, water hitting water.
it reminded me of that once
and i cut through quiet with my scalpel voice.
i asked if you remembered the time
that we danced in the downtown street at two in the morning
and how the ambulance almost ran us over
how the homeless man with no car asked us if we needed a ride home
and how you pressed us together so close, even though
my shirt was soaking to me and you said straight out of a movie
"i am home"
and gave him five dollars, and didn't care
when i left rain-soaked handprints on your shoulders. oh, god, yes, do you remember?
you say, "no."