and
you make yourself another“ Chinese fortune cookie
it
was almost morning and
i wanted to crawl back in with you where
we sleep alongside the jetty but
the tide had come up just
about covering the stones with sand and
i couldn‘t find our bed i
was surprised the sea washes over us when we sleep and
started digging with my hands then
pounding the wet sand for you to open up let
me slide in beside you scratching
and pounding the sand calling
your name to wake up but
it was my sister‘s name i was calling and
i woke up knowing it hadn‘t been you i loved all
those years in
your house along the shore go
back to sleep Craig
Czury. Parallel Rivertime.
Saint-Petersburg, 1999
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