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The ship rolled over the waves, rippled in
your black suit, pooled in the corner of my eye;
millions of flowers breathe with the foam, breathe
in and out; I cant.
You always said each petal
was a poem awaiting, waiting to happen;
and I dont read poetry, but youre surrounded
I wonder where you are in their faces, why
I cant find you in your brothers freckles,
the way your cousin ducks his head; show me
ticket stubs, boardwalks, and kisses.
See if their voices can carry your scent,
make the horizon line disappear into the crease
of your brow, as you concentrate; I
couldn't concentrate on anything but you.
I dont like sheets, but I lift them up
and over your eyelids anyway;
now there will only be photographs, and
the flowers dont like it anymore than I do.
I asked for your poetry collection. I know,
I know--I dont like poetry. And I know,
your sister probably woul