Maritime Morning I opened my eyes this maritime morning to find
everyone I’ve ever loved standing in a wordless semi-circle
glaring accusations around my bed. Repentance came
early this year, I tried to think of appropriate
excuses, apologies. None came to mind. My favorite
part of falling in love is missing them afterwards,
during those weeks or months or occasionally years
when everything they ever did or said is amber preserved
as the highest example of man. When I know
everything unpleasant to have been absolutely my
fault. I love falling in love with people I’ll
never meet, people who will never know my name.
Paramours in an unfamiliar language. The faces
around my bed showed signs of fading. I weighed
the pros and cons of fears vs. tears. New Year, new lovers,
new faces superimposed above the old. Hair a little
shorter, skin a little paler, piercings in different
locations. Everyone I love will be the same.  ¶ 6:01 PM