The end of amnesty

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.