the palm trees in my brain

the royal palms are waving
all the way down the boulevard
to the hollywood beach hotel
they’re doing this right now
in my brain
as i drive through cleveland
gutted by the cold
i’ve scraped my memory clean
of your presence
and imagine myself driving down the boulevard
alone
in a southern florida
never dominated by your rude oppressive recliner chair siilence
or your big boy truck mouth orders
or the black smoke of our angry walls
or the limp decay
of my personality

the beaches are whiter than they really are
and i can feel the waves pushing in
i can feel the warm green surge of water
surrounding my body

wendy shaffer

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