Sea Glass Gulls

Cat Domiano

I tore him from the sand
he bedded in 
(heavier steps on the sidewalk)
shards of his life
he walked the Atlantic to the Island
(telling me fractures of 
	WEST 15TH ST.
	NEW YORK)
and swam the Manhattan Skyline
(I can barely see the illuminated letters)
(cloudy abd cold in my sweatered arms)
he told me
	(WEST 15TH ST.
	NEW YORK)
he was lost 
ebbed back to my steamy kitchen
(smoking in the misty window)
I reshelve him
(afraid of touching too tightly)
and listen for the splash-hush-retreat of his 
	(WEST 15TH ST.
	NEW YORK)
cry