I’m so close to the beach, I can hear
the seagulls this morning.
They must be cumming again
on my 2006 Volkswagen Golf,
gracefully dodging the pretty black BMW i8
parked behind me.
Seagulls seem like such lonely creatures.
Remember when we first did-it on the second floor
of EconoLodge, overlooking the pool.
so much chlorine it felt as though you and I
were swimming in a spin cycle of bleach,
and perhaps because this made both our heads
a little crazy, you asked if I was thinking
of what’s-her-name. I wasn’t,
I was thinking, mostly, about you
and something elegiac in the seagull’s cry,
before it turns to shit.
– ph, Woodland Caribou, ON