Penelope’s Golden Shovel

After Ocean Vuong

I wait by the sea because
my partner is nowhere—the
sand engulfs this city.
It is neither liquid nor solid. It is beyond.

Civilizations eroded. Waves knocked the
life out of me. No dreams, just a shore-
line to etch the names of lost lovers. “Is
my soulmate still alive?” No

picking petals. Time is longer
now. Bones are buried where
flowers used to be. We
loved the wrong green. I left

faith in the temple. Fuck it.

Rain God

He laughed when I joked I must’ve changed her weather overnight.