Wednesday, August 12, 2009

modified excerpt from a tiny rambling journal

i went to the beach
said none of the things i meant to
and listened to the surf,
remembering past Augusts.
past beaches, past sunsets, past lives -
the long nights of late summer.
i sat listening to
teenage girls in white plastic chairs
the Septembers
spent in love and alone and writerly at sunset,
looking for Mardou's silhouette on the horizon,
pretending to know the secret longing of Russians.
beautiful fictions
the arrangement of
my thoughts
superimposed
over the women
i wanted them to be.

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