Flood Stimuli
PETER MASON

For P—

              I didn’t know           would trigger in me

Handcuffs I agreed to

             Cheap metal  a wooden dresser
                          In the basement of your mother’s house

             When we fucked what dark
Would undam like a—
 

*
 

             The first time we fucked, Sodus Bay had flooded

             Shadows of small woods cast
Over a damp trailer like birds

Fliting the windows from fish lights of boats
             You were the only               since

We were fifteen
            And what I still call in love, but inexcusably—

*
 

I became a flight
                         Ghost                dredged

My body crawled wet and back into itself

I left you
             With no language To give

I’m sorry

My floodsick mouth