annual correspondence
and it's warm on my birthday yes
i'm young in year
it's industrial heritage, again,
more so,
the same lake
on the water this time
and i am trying to sketch the devil
but he keeps moving
and wind laps the still still
i don't know boat words
the paddle foreshortening
with careful careful careful wrists
i just started drawing
drawn over bones
and how i could lie here
in all day daydream
while you need my keys
call me to shore