esto perpetua.

you moved away

last year on the day

i cut my finger 

with a new knife

in the kitchen where

pans fell 

with a clattering scream

drowning the water

rushing out of the faucet

as if they were running

from the sewage monster

flooding the town

with a sense of importance

the pan flipped with madness

and kissed my arm

branded by sizzling lips

i hope you made it

to kansas or idaho

or alaska and hawaii

and disappeared on the road

with sweet farmer girls

in the hay

or swayed the whole night

with naturally tan hips

in the breeze

i hope you liked it

when her mouth mocked

a child's laugh for

your shaky young hands

when her hair said aloha 

to your ticklish nose

when she ambushed you

with a tackle into the snow

when it all melted

and you were more hot than cold

i hope you finally found it