lip

no one tells you, nostalgia needs time, and here we are starting all the forgetting,
the world wet, and I want
more time.

to remember the wide raft bed, langourous, husked and pulp on the lip of being

dust motes and punctuation resign careless, wandering, scattered,

alleys to hide in, awnings under the rain, memories hissing by in the fading

slant

Your mouth now, delicate under umbrellas, tentative to retreat you lean like the damaged, listing, attentive to the slant of the rain and the gap where my shirt opens, a place to remember my chest. It's been raining for years.