Exposure

she was good because she felt

i felt bad because i didn't

we remember such things

when leaves change and

we notice the cracks in

sidewalks again, when

we look down more

(look up)

the sun is a cursor

it leads to the Potomac

where she floats

naked and burnt

i’m trembling to touch

and i reach out

and the water is wine

and then blood

we remember such things

i, remember, this thing

still, she floats