what occupies the moment of silence between the hand of a clock ticking from one second to the next?
an image of you comes to mind, only teeth. just by the way your cheeks accordion out around the edges of your mouth, i can tell there is a lightness in your eyes-- a reflection of the sun, i think it is. like a glimmer of light that clings to your skin underwater, how even when you pinch your nose closed and close your eyes to go under, it repositions itself to a spot never touched. or maybe it stays in the same place because you didn't take a deep enough breath and you come right back up, laughing with slugs of hair dripping over your eyes, ready to try again.
i have an image of you
on a warm day in july--
full of teeth,
full of teeth,
somewhere outside
of time.
i miss your smiling face love
