One day my feet will find the water again.
I do not understand why seagulls exist in Arlington, Texas.
Their presence stings like a ray and I am reminded
That there is no beach a bus ride away–
There aren’t even buses in this
Place that smells like
Flat tires with no jack and books with the last few
Pages ripped out as a joke. Never children
shouting over the roar of waves
as soundtrack to end of day
Hell. Everything is just
A little bit off in a way that mosquitos here
Don’t even feel like real mosquitos–
They don’t come from dynasties of
Killers of men by the thousands.
They don’t know about fever
They don’t know the history of water.