for a good sign.
My rocks are just fine,
how are yours?
The coast still okay?
(We had each taken a coast
to find what people are like
when the water pulls them
from different directions.)
I could use an update. The water
pulls me away from myself here
and of course away from you.
I am hard-traveled. Are you?
Rest means nothing these days.
My frontier is dry and there are no apples.
I love I love I love the day I will die.
Megan Kellerman is a New Jersey poet with an MFA in creative writing from The New School. Her poems have appeared in Neon, Emerge, among others, and on the Best American Poetry blog.
