forget the pills. And the gin and the razor and the wire and the rope -
and the height to dash off of, and the speeding bus, and the teal ocean waves dragging bodies inexorably out.
forget them. A mockingbird landed on my railing this morning and he sang the sweetest song
like he knew I was listening
And I remembered that I had left six mango candies in the drawer of my desk.
The pills aren't going anywhere. The ocean will beat on, and buses come every day.
This mockingbird lights down upon my balcony to sing and tomorrow,
I want to be there to listen.

















