The rocks, the stones that bleed.
The years that never pass.
Moonbeams become a woman on a beach.
I thought I forgot you
on Paradise Island
With your bikini and your lazy eye.
What a time we had
Building anything worth keeping
There is a flash of you in the back of a car
Saying something ,
I forget now .
In a cinema on Sherbrooke street you rested your
Head on my shoulder for a moment,
Which I found particularly touching.
Then you displayed
The worms you kept inside your head,
Which you couldn’t
Stop talking about,
And I left
In a shabby duffel coat.
That day was very cold.