small waves
06/2010 

the traffic 
outside 
our tiny room on
Allen St.
sounds like 
small waves 
crashing

we lay 
in bed 
pretending
to be
at the beach

and 
sometimes
we are

I remember when we went to Coney Island a few years ago 
after we had known
each other
only
a very short time

we ate hot dogs and rode The Wonder Wheel and walked around

then we got in a fight
and almost broke up