Her eyes were bringing in the tide somewhere
as smoke was filling her head
in
bed sheet skin
where a man laid next to her dark hair and lost words
someone anywhere was starting their morning prayer just then, and
she felt sinful
feeling like an old scab
again
as the horizon made its way to light her another cigarette
she stopped to wonder how he felt
but she didn't know
touching was just another way to say hello
and she had been greeted all her life
making silent foot steps torward her car
she pretended it was raining as she kept her eyes on an invisible shoreline
she was good at leaving
just as doors were meant to close