And you have me.
you have me by the hooks of my teeth.
by every rainbow scaled fish
that has gone from me, by the brine of my weathered kisses,
by the sand in that one pair of white shoes
with the blue hearts that i painted that i will
never ever wear again. ten percent
because they were uncomfortable anyway, but ninety more
because the last time i wore them you were arresting
my mouth
and i still have park shore in the soles
to prove it. but, i don't have to.
i know you remember.
