Monday, October 24, 2016

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.

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