what humiliated me / as I relived my death in that room without sunrise / wasn’t my desire for light / but my desire for more darkness.
P Tran
Something about falling say
the barometric pressure or a knife out
of a hand
and something about rising say
moon, sun, the shadow of
Saturn
a grain of death with each
grain of salt, a journey across
and back
but for the man overboard,
the drowned man
nothing is preparation enough.
