I survived sheets of rain
under the thatched eaves
of a stranger’s house.
For months, heartbreak
has been tearing
blue notes from me.
When the tide drains,
I crawl into a body
that feels most contained.
Boat which I repaired
in daylight plugging the holes.
Boat I lie inside as I sleep.
I remember gnawing
on your neck
like a careful wolf.
Eros visiting the shatter
of my dreams. Today,
I decided to court
my own happiness.
To be whole, it is enough
to exist.
I am not even a poet:
I can only think
and feel and see.