Furious Water
Stefania Heim

Reason to believe the ships

Will return. Want to


We are getting out the

Big sticks


We are bracing

For the next kiss


Sails across the face

Of wind. Or leaning in to it


Washed, sad, we are

Otherwise inconstant


Our wildly associative

Self-serving way


And what lengthens

In summer isn’t nearly enough