Not now

san-in '02

I have sand in my toes, my ears
my thighs, my hair, the cracks
between my fingers

the sound the feel the cracks in his nose
my shoes on the floor the straps broken
the wooden floor and my poem above
the doorway

Marley could sing to me then, if
that's what my future is about
I'm ill waiting for someone
to notice I'm alive even if it's the
person I don't need to notice NOT NOW

I forget what of my clothes has sand in it
which songs I'm desensitized to

this one, this one still hurts

because it reminds me of all that, the goodbye
to all that.