Long Way (for M2)

We hadn’t spoke in months
but then my phone buzzed
like a startled rattler or the
end of the period it came
from nowhere like a water
spout and drenched the fires
of my longing like zealous
volunteer firemen the call
caught me by surprise like a late
night doorbell my hello hung
in my throat like a starched shirt
too perfect too starched were my
words that they fell from my mouth
like glass


The day stretched
like putty to all
hours of night crickets
and light breezes
waft through my windows
like the light winds
of Sunday afternoons
the weather feels like
August when its only
May in Hawaii

the day stretched
like a lazy cat into
night humid and airless
a service kitchen full of
cacophany the sounds
of night bleed into
my window on a moonless
night nightmares take hold
like intruders in the shadows
the night feels like NYC