on Bundt Cakes
Back
to the island now, return flight
from Denmark not unlike Duke
Jordan yet oddly
reminiscent of Tarkovsky
(which I only know because of Thomas) sat watching
The Sacrifice for the first time
in summer of 2020, sitting in the pale pink plaster lined
rental condo unit Andrew gave everything away
standing in the winter snow - slow
pan across the landscape after so now
I wish I could send a letter to
every person I knew
before leaving Aiken. Thomas remembers, time
to recenter, "hell books" enter and
"Found One" plays in his brand new
blue swimsuit, both of us in
newly discovered low tide
peninsula island branch planted in the sinking skin
of crab traps and marshland brim. Steel string
slumber reverberated across
hollow unoccupied bought lots
priced for both ocean-marsh view
behind us. Thomas traded summer escapism for
beachfront park, daily pedestrian
pale rose blush figures on the picture
plane - bike rides and putting off paid research on Karen
Bliksen. After two years had passed
since trying to find peace on Park
July laughed under effervescent blue and Thomas
found one in a shallow reflection in gated community pool.