If you stand close

a shape will have

one face. This is not

intimacy. It’s cold

tonight, the wind is tossing 

in its sleep. It’s a long

walk home but, I

want to find my body

useful, again. Atop the

parked car is my reflection,

the sky tightens

like new skin. I don’t miss

the pills just that they

made me hate myself enough

to change. It’s difficult to explain

the taste of salt without using

its name. This is the problem

with remembering. At every crossing, I

wish you were here to kiss me. Quickly

now, before the light goes green.