by Tom Hatch
“Specific” I said
“Pacific” she said.
“can you be more specific?” I said
“about what?” she said
“I DON’T RECALL” I said
“did it have anything to do with
oceans”? she said.
“no, just be more specific” I said.
“OK, I will.
Do you want to see my legs?”
“yes” I said, “I love your legs
they are as long as the Panama Canal
connecting the two oceans” I said.
“so it does have to do with oceans” she said.
“I guess so, your knees drive me crazy” I said.
So, I started in the Atlantic sailed up ending
moving smoothly, moored in her specific
later continued down along to the Pacific
in the archipelago of toes