To Evelyn Lau
the sound of cars
on granville cloverleaf
is soothing
like the sound of surf at night
(what silly word this surf
more apropos
pribòi
that is the beating of the shore
back in the bedroom
you flicked off the light
here in the office
I have turned a page
to write
about my quiet disbelief
your claim that
simply put you can't recall
the painful words you told me
yesternight