Poem 20150819

the note slides neatly
into the three inch wide
locker vents

he waits

when she opens
the door
it falls
spinning like a large
white leaf
some albino tree shedding
in autumn

the phrase in the card
is french
something easily found
at the library
something easily deduced
from years of spanish
from years of doing homework
over the phone
for the harder concepts

–it’s in french, he says

–i’m glad i don’t understand french, she says

and laughs, effortlessly dismissive

an oil slick over the surface
of water
as if he is under water
and the thick shadow
blocks the light
chokes the oxygen
and he drowns