November

The empty cofee mugs
lie waiting in the sink
Daffy Duck t-shirt
sugar high
white Renault
crooked toes
eagle eyes
the scent of jasmine
your laugh

I turn on the hot water
and reach for the washing liquid
sunset sea
blue bikini
God be praised
sand in my hair
jumping rope
Jackie Brown
we laughed
so hard
we never watched the movie

I slip the dishes into the foam
'Foolish Games' is playing on the radio
jars of clay
muddy sneakers
football
in Omar's garden
and your laugh
son of a bitch
you lost us
with your arrogance
when you thought
you could put me on hold
until November

when November came
the sunset ended
and I washed the sand
out of my hair
but somehow
the scent of jasmine
your laugh
is still there