—THE TRUE CRIME WOULD BE THINKING IT’S JUST ONE PERSON’S FAULT

missed

    the

     moonlight

i should be

waking up

but i’m

losing again

scrolling with

the fish

inside a

black lung

as desperate

as a

blue-skinned

babe

for the last

gulp of air

that we sold

too cheap

at the altar

along with all

your two-faced

promises

what someone

saner

might call

an aperture

or orifice

but i’m

going to

try to keep

loving you

holding my

breath

while you

snicker

as the kelp

grabs my

ankles

pulling me

further

into the

redeeming

deep