but we didn’t have more time but

we were there then but you said
it’s no good we needed more time

on the 76 on the 200 grilling me as to
questions who am i and if i don’t know

that is all wrong; what i know we best
talk about something else, you

were in a rush but your driving didn’t
reflect it. also we wore seat belts.

in a mental rush, then, to get back
look at that apartment and wanting

me to go with, why not relax

do that tomorrow, this attitude: ten

things fall out of your line, for starters
san blas aticama playa los cocos santa

cruz platanitos steaming (driving cautiously
and wearing seat belts); zacualpan

las varas i couldn’t understand it
why you wanted my input, our present

apartments as well as the contents
of our heads resembled each other

in no way, you were a colony type
and wanted to weigh or be weighing

weighed down often, true (although)
i’d seen you catch fish after fish

and keep on swimming; black footed
disapproval but not upstairs at the english

where you told a story, the mother, the border
the beaver coat; i was in stitches

and you too laughed with your whole face
and light on your face, watering in the light

 you see how all these things are?
how you cried like the arctic wind

first thing loss and loss and loss
i couldn’t stay, or for long enough

bucerías; across from the decameron
i faced the ocean and half a white wall

palm with belly girth and window
in that moment i did not care about you

you had never once asked how i was
what, flightless bird! where could

we have gone swimming in san blas
there were crocodiles so many of them

in my dreams i see their wheeling tracks
in the sand what they leave behind