“Couple #8”

I was writing this one in my hostel room when I was interrupted by a visit from a local I recently met. So I put it aside and had a nice long chat with Maui, who is full of all sorts of interesting Hawaiian creationism tidbits.

Came back to this poem today (the 10th) and here’s my favorite version.

“Couple #8”

giggle-ing
groveling
drivel me timbers
i like it you like it we come
sweet nothings
we recycle
our destinies
the lost art of navigation
what else would we cling to
if not each other

-billimarie
april 8th 2012