Oh the many ways
I could die!
The Honey! 
The Honey! 
The Sea! Love 
is a sea in me
He swims about it 
in himself
In me swims 
about it 
If I don’t
breathe a 
certain way
the black
bird flies
over 
beat beat
my head
then
coughs come
angled in my lungs
I taste blood
I heave
and seize 
my organs 
bellow with
a lost fire
ringing
my ribs
birds roost
with each coo
I bring up
green feathers
I am 
bleeding now
breathing
shallow scoops 
the croupe calms
my love 
is full of sleep 
and feels 
good in my hand
he sings for me
most days 
we hold 
the other
because
doctor drugs 
leave me 
insecure 
and weepy and 
cure nothing

Everyone is running 
from the water
wet and crying 
with the wind 
at their backs
I’m not afraid 
anymore
I want to go next
I bite the arm 
and spit out the blood
If the cup 
in my chest dripped 
over I’d go
But it’s crystal 
and busy, 
other side of the city
Away from the salt, 
in the swamp
Love is a gold cup 
in the chest 
filling with drips 
My love-cup! 
My horse! My wolf 
in the flesh!
I’ve been at the water 
all this time 
and I haven’t gone in!
The Swim! The Swim! 
I haven’t gone in!