elegy, on summer’s dark moon, for a friend who travels on

in the dark i lay body to body, a stranger to my bed much  as the stranger in my bed who isno stranger, man whose breath i am able to taste when he’s awaywho for two years sleeps aside other in the dark sleeps asidethe child growing darkness of my  heaving womb to his bare back…

So I drove to San Elijo State Beach

It was grey to the east, and hot, when I got in the car in San Clemente.  Thirty minutes in the used bookstore and I was no closer to settling my discontent then when I had left Laguna.  Plumbing from under my kitchen sink was all over my apartment floor, two workmen in and out…