over streets like ours

folding corners
              mouth
              crease
ceasing tires
               salt              waters
               reek 
holding down
               under
               wait

Held My Wrist There

points to that dip, an inch in,
points to the person, place, or thing
that held a little too long, a little too      pressure
just a little thing in the beginning, with
some time can break into blues