The Blameless Vestal's Lot (Eternal Sunshine ekphrastic)

On a cold night in Montauk

the house is crumbling into

the sand where tall grass

sleeps every summer.

Oceanic waves flood into

the foyer

chilling your ankles

filling your shoes with wet sand.

It’s almost like there’s

a spotlight on your face

when you call out to her

at the top of the stairs.

Do you feel in love

or codependent

when you fall into winter?

When the last memory you have

starts to disintegrate

and die around you?

You said “so go,”

with such disdain, you know?

Stuck between I love you 
and meet me in Montauk.