Disappointment in the world is no kind of option / for those with one foot always, already out the door. Continue reading Draft Poem: Suicide Is Painless

When the big blue octopus, o. cyanea, / disappears each night into the warm salt bath / of sleep, clinging fast to the glass of her tank / as if against the ceaseless tug of absent sea, / she guides us, her audience, on a whiplash
tour of sites unseen.
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