Loop Santo

I wrap around the block again. My fingers, toes and strands of hair Could not keep track of how many times I’ve done that.

Cupping my hand beneath

The wide mouth of the faucet I draw a bath to Erase the only new thing in my life: My cells.

I cannot remember your kiss, Much less the way your arms wrapped Around me.

The parts of me that remember have been Scrubbed and swirled away.

Electricity, glass and metal, That is all I have to see you once more The heaven I experience Is one click away from hell.

Maybe you smell like honey, It is hard to recall.

Or maybe the phone rings true and Smell like nothing at all.