Deep As Oceans

Navy sailor in salted waves away from the greens,
and overwhelming alcoholic perfume of Glory Days
arrives, pours into the receiver of a rotary phone
he finds, gives to me for an engagement ring.

I can never get it to catch his line, the dial-tone’s
always singing Fuck the US military, fuck the US
ten times over before it clicks to zero, zero…

Now the uniform delicately places bouquets
of foxglove and succulent in the barrels of oak
whiskey. Take a sip, or two, get that same look
in your eye, cup-up-heart-strings gaze you had

When I asked if you were excited for your second
son and you answered “not really”…Nothing but
the sting of a beating heart; the time when I’m sixteen

And the kitchen manager at Outback Steakhouse gives
me his best life advice: Don’t marry someone because
you have a kid with them.
This lesson is called, “I Regret
It Every Day.” Autonomy knows not to marry the first

Limber branch that hands out sparkling grape seeds,
but no one else will learn this until we all slide like hail
storms and curse like the black glittering sea.

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