Where Are The Oars?
by Scott Inguito

We giggled,
popping grapes at
ducks.

Show me a
great
rope from which
tender denting
amounts

to much.

The
shore is close. Sort
of.

You are ailing? Kiss
me on the mouth, Stephen,

what-
ever you are
doing
is
brunette-
young, dumb

and this is not
an interview.Don't

you see the
storm is the same

as
it
is always?