Like Meyer lemons
you get everywhere
sticky on my keyboard,
sticky in my brain.

I think of you at strange times:
3 AM, the evening drive - the beach
where I found the jellies
and the plastic tide.

You're the ex-mistake I can't forget
the ex-friend I can forgive
1AM with tea and port
the house in the Berkeley Hills.

You are the bad penny
in my heart and brain,
in my suitcase,
and on my mind.