They say the ice will hold so there I go, forced to believe them by my act of trusting people, stepping out on it,

and naturally it gaps open and I, forced to carry on coolly by my act of being imperturbable, slide erectly into the water wearing my captain's helmet, waving to the shore with a sad smile, "Goodbye my darlings, goodbye dear one," as the ice meets again over my head with a click

I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens

fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman in a party hat, clinging to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows

creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, "Stop!" and I close my eyes. I can't watch

as this town slowly empties, leaving me strung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes on a line, the white handkerchief

stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus

rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny, the way he points to it. I'm afraid

the way I'll miss you will be this obvious.

I have a friend who everyone warns me is dangerous, he hides bloody images of Jesus around my house, for me to find

when I come home; Jesus behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked

into the mirror. He wants to save me but we disagree from what. My version of hell is someone ripping open his shirt

and saying, Look what I did for you. . .

[1] Some relationships have no names and some are just for namesake! And even after a relationship ends sometimes it still exists as someone's name, sometimes it still exists as someone's name.

[2] I thought this Life was mine and that I was Life's own. I dreamt that I would shatter all goblets of wine, then I dreamt that I would drink from your palms. What strange thoughts I had! What strange dreams!

[3] Today no leaves fall, the season is taking a break. Today no tears are shed. my eyes are taking a break.