Time was only our notion of something standing completely still. & like two halves of the same actor you sd, Fuck Ponce de León! & I sd, & fuck his fountain of youth! & picked the dirty love notes you’d written out of the top of my bikini. & so we moved at each other’s edges—you getting drunker just watching me swim, me a gull unable to feed or give birth & so tan & thin by then, & so girly you could look right thru me & see the ocean. In this photo I can’t find of us I was the ghost of yr ex. The gnats were tiny glittering tears I kept wiping from yr face.
Raymond Farr is author of ECSTATIC/.of facts (Otoliths, 2011), & Writing What For? across the Mourning Sky (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2012), sic transit—”g” (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2012, 2016), Poetry in the Age of Zero Grav (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2015). Raymond is editor of Blue & Yellow Dog, now archived at http://blueyellowdog.weebly.com & publisher/editor of a new poetry blog The Helios Mss.