The Solitude of Drowning
Drive out to the wild coast, to forget.
Imagine a life—
drift across the Atlantic
& don’t look back.
Leave a tender message.
A letter has no walls,
it flies from fingertips
as intimate as choosing flowers
for the funeral.
I Love Your Every Shade of Dark
Life has done its worst to you.
You stood for the heart, the violent heart.
Live it all, shoot it all, you sang. Then sit down
in paradise. Or die in a gutter, or not.
Maybe loved in a warm house.
The air clean, the window open— busy with a thousand songs.
Urgent, I write.
This is not a letter to you, not a note, but a word said deep at night over a garden gate
from this world into the next.