Disappointed

By Rebecca L. Morrison

Listening

to song after song

about California and those girls

with love in their eyes. So many

songs about California

and its vibrations,

and my vibrations

were gilded and resonant

amid the redwooded treetops

you gave me when

you swore me the world

from the edge of the Bay,

fluid oaths drifting like debris

in Southeastern tides. I dove

into the Pacific at sundown -

blue eyes, red eyes,

rusting on a spare shelf.