5.14.2003

Kisses

She lost one
to gravel beach
littered with
shells, glass

and after (the tide gone)
she noticed sailboats.

She gave one for
a coat:
pious, worn
to church

but, winter
a short time

In her pocket,
the last
clenched by
long fingers.

5.12.2003

i wish i was smarter.
I eat frozen words