he spoke to himself
with a soft slur like sand in the mouth.
his eyes rolled around in his head
like waves lapping the shore.
he tries to remember, but her face becomes the rings
around the hot island moon predicting the rains.
he pictures her lost on the horizon.
he punches the palm tree till his hands start to bleed.
for years alone, he knows only the coconut rum.
it stains his lips brown as his skin tans to leather.
he passes out
in the hot island sun. he snores
while dreaming of nothing.