Sometime Ago In The Afternoon


you drink me

in the mango light;

a 4:49pm smoothie of shadows —



we are sitting on the edge of summer’s


it smells like sweat (heat)

but there remains a chill before

the sun tries to set;

catching on the branches/leaves/trees.


I offer to dink you

on my bike

but there is only sorrow and

magic, between us

so you refuse

and I kick (fuck it)

at concrete curbs and cut corners

all the way home.


the power goes out, later

so for a moment the night cannot see in

as I clean eternally dirty cups


before offering someone else a drink.