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.