It is where she has gone. A spoon clicks
& the one holding her hand is not me
though he remembers something about pressing
the flesh, so that the tongue does not follow
Years later, this boy will read he was wrong
lifeguarding at a pool, & more than once, he
Each one returns the same way, a pause & then
into the mind. Forget the boy in the beginning.
time remembering. For this, he has already lost a part
them in the sun as they came to, the color in their eyes
this could be her, a body becoming weightless.
know anyone around her, especially him.
Forget there was ever a spoon. Forget the sound
Forget it all & come back to your life.