'I want to go to Singapore',
you said,
still smoking California Slims,
'and taste the sultry asian air.'

Just another phase.

The cracks come down
early, I can hear you dreaming
of Brazil instead, between Calicut
and the Malay border.
You will hop ship for Austria
or Congan jungles, deep,
where rivers bend
against the grain.
There is no constant there.

'Let's run off to Singapore',
you riffle through tickets paid,
expired, the passports
bare in bags you won't unpack.
'Let's let ourselves be wild and free'.

You were always out the door
before I could ask what was wrong
with Carolina, anyway.

AKL 2006