Sunrise w/Seamonsters

by Stevie Howell

6/8

It’s Spartan, to try &

fall asleep at dawn in

the bed of a man you

just met. Different birds

cry in other arbors,

disparate gold glows from

the same sun. The whale song

of regret sets sail through

temporal lobes. A boat-

load of ghost notes

.

.

I’ll call you tomorrow.
Or some time. Or I won’t.