The next evening,
cicadas gossiped—
anxious to tell
in quivering accent
the story of
your
Judas kiss
in the visitor’s dugout
next to the neon
hum of Barb’s Burgers
Beneath a blood moon
at the deserted ball field
like a barren beach—
wind blowing red clay
waves over third base
cheered on by the leaves
of a twisted oak
Your eyes closed
cheek in his hand
night air weaving your
breaths together into a
loose tapestry
Thick hand sliding
the band off
your ponytail
releasing the bundle
of buff sea grass
down your neck
Lips
a shy soft shell
crab burying itself in the
murky depths drowning
with no rescue
swallowed instead
The ocean took
you
and the tide came back
empty
All souls
were lost
