Drops

September 1, 1975

Hold it

in

until your heart

is a steaming cup and everything

that once made sense is water until

every paged is ripped from the spine

and piled at your feet so every step

is an effort greater than talking until

every truth and every lie are paper

boats sent swirling down to the gutters

to the sea then let it

out

one drop

one word at a time.

Count the oceans.