In order to save the music

where we left off; mispronunciations abound,

on an island, dipping my feet into the water,

through those blue waves, all these months later.

When we were rabid and bruised,

when we were rabid and bruised, back in March.

Written in cursive, and I think we’ve been here before.

black and blue waves,

and left on the cutting room floor.

I think we’ve been here before, back in March.