Starfruit

As I was driving home the air
was wet and pink like grapefruit juice
just hanging in the sky.

Exhausted from waiting tables
all night I carelessly careened
past my exit, detouring down
a back road, all curves alongside
the ocean.

And the waves were liquid lavender just
barely moving, like stubborn molds of Jello
resisting freezing,
and that inspired me to park
in an abandoned lot
and run across the street in that misting dark

and I ran ran ran until the bowl
of the moon was spilling over the shore
with fruit: as I ran,
I drank the constellations like grapes
until I'd taken in every star.

And what I want to know is

could you fall in love like that
could you fall in love like that

because I do
every day.

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