the first ride since the accident

we promised to meet
on the west most chocolate bridge
I knew you would be there
early
the railway rusting
below;
your hands dry
on the stone parapet
eyeing the flat broken expanse of loss, sundered
via highway

meanwhile
I suffer
the terrible introversion
of slowly turning legs
and grinding cranks
and the kettle whistle of my breath
behind my scarf

followed by
the delicious heaviness
of a bicycle
at the top of a hill.

you look
very much the little sister
that you are
mussed hair
sprawling about
your bruised shoulders
and chipped teeth
and you say

with a fair amount of mystery

you know what there's a lot of?
Music, in my blood

The Plausibility of the Oceanfront

Do you know how to make a s'more?
It goes
graham/chocolate/marshmallow/
mountain/moonlight/
the sand
shifting beneath your thin
blanket/one kiss/
graham.

We scrubbed the smoke from our hair,
and slept the thorough, indexed
sleep of the nomad. 

The cool ocean breeze exhilarated us
nearly as much as saying
"the cool ocean breeze"
but

after two weeks of rural expanse
I was relieved to hear
someone talking
earnestly
about weaponizing crows
while wearing mismatched sneakers
and a kc and the sunshine band t-shirt.

Cities buzz
with the ambient utility of thought
and the accompanying fever
keeps me up nights;
in a good way,
in a good way.