this envelope looks naked,
the letter was sent a quarter
past noon to anyone else but

a little steamboat took you
away on a pier southwest of where
i was.

thoughts, thoughts, i thought of you
on the fourth of july as the stars exploded
and fell onto my tongue, they burned
but i swallowed them anyway.

(and i still think of you in the dark
and in the light and the colors i see
aren't the same shades of you at all.)