| Waves of the past crash |
| on the shores of the present, |
| I've forgotten how to swim |
| beyond the quells to my future. |
| I've cut my foot |
| on the coral reefs, |
| and now I'm drowning in the present. |
| In September I leave for Chicago, |
| and I'm vanishing before our birthdays, |
| but instead of cherished time with you, |
| these days are lost in waste. |
| So I spend my last nights speeding |
| down the open country road, |
| the wind playing with my hair, |
| where your fingers could have been. |
5/12/03 on Katie. Allusion to foot cut in it... (We had gone snorkeling together and I'd cut my foot really badly on the coral- more than 1/2 a cm deep, the scab was completely gone after some 5 weeks. It was the same day we saw the giant turtles and the first time I'd seen her in a bikini top. Initially I intentionally didn't look at her directly, and then I took one look at her and her body was even more gorgeous than I'd have ever imagined. I was like "Oh my God" and never let myself look at her body directly again.)