You and I picketing January’s cold empty beaches
Waiting for the sunrise
I thought last night as it was setting
How more beautiful it would’ve been
If it didn’t come back up again this morning

I’ve gone looking with my candlestick
Burning away the dark parts near the water
You still find ways to get around me
A sand crab making its way under my beach blanket tonight

It’s been nothing but a tailspin
And this whole time you were the only thing
That was ever in focus
This whole time you were a constant permanence

I was not built with wings for reasons
Like the slits on the back of your dress
Yours unfurled like a spiral staircase
Spreading like a sunrise that’s now absent
Those extra muscles at work
Fighting against the wind’s cold bitter wrath
As I fumbled to light another match
I prayed for lightning to strike
And for thunder to sound

I’ve gone looking with my candlestick
Burning away the dark parts near the water
You still find ways to get around me
A sand crab making its way under my beach blanket

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