fall

the road 

we're walking

on is guided 

almost the whole way 

by the tide

it wraps around 

rises and falls again

like your eyes

scattered up and 

down my arms

i was raised to let 

it all pile up

rat shit fell

from the ceiling

but worse 

were the wet

plastic bags 

in the sink

but your 

small town hair

crawls 

like the stalking 

treads of young wolves 

thru the night

such a soft 

pace and touch

it almost terrifies

me but i don't

shake or let it

show

the salty air holds you

sticks like cotton

at your skin

you close 

your eyes

to take it all in

i use the second

to forget whatever 

made me let go