45 Mercy Street

I’m tiny in an endless ocean
And I sort of know where I’m heading
It’s some kind of a wedding
I swim, I tread, and I swim…

I heard you singing in your falsetto voice
Broke down crying when it stripped us all
Naked…

She used to dance onstage on Tuesday nights…

When we sit on a hilltop overlooking the bright lights
Consoling one another…

coca-cola in a bottle fizzing…

They took the Lamb to the slaughter
And now I have a Father…

If I hypnotically dive into your bacterial mouth
Where the seagrass and bluefish died…