Unaware, Delaware
Standing in sand, he says
makes him tired, sleepy-eyed, and wine
drunk
but we watch the boats go by, a lazy
wave, and then forgotten, phone
vibrates, lights up, eyes scan the home
screen, visible for the briefest moment
a text
from someone else,
curiously,
stare at the paint on my toenails,
watch you cup your hands
in the water, eyelevel, and I
can see the sparks alighting in your
veins,
cast the net, cast a spell,
catch the fish
drive the truck under a full
moon to get another drink.