Insurance Card.

Caravelle. A sailing ship. Dancing legs.

Spiders and mice. Innocent Kitten Queens.

You’re the best, darling, the best of everything.

Fast and bright, innocent and knowing.

A bottle for another beginning.

Flashing lights
and Empty Red Cars.

A little of nothing. You’re everything.

Beautiful.

Like…

Windows painted blue.

(weed, wax, and Jack Kerouac).

three pages of light and shadow.
written for your hair. a mess.
shimmers.

the refrigerator clicks
on.

lights flicker.

a meaningless evening
that could just as easily mean

everything.

Perfect are the scratches
I’ve made in these floors.

The stains in the wood.
Holes in the wall.

What are we without these things.

A beaten inflection,
harbored interruption.

Caravelle, A Sailing Ship.

Pages of wordless spaces.
Between the lines,

Caravelle, A Sailing Ship.
under the bows of formality
and century.

A golden sunrise
A sailing sea.

Caravelle, A Sailing Ship.