crashing

“We hope you are doing
As well as can be expected
During this time”

[ as if it ends ]

Radio broadcasters recently
Are speaking a new empathy
That I have never heard before
But recognize
As only the thing you (can) say
When you’re living on the vile inside

When you’re gasping for air
Running through grief’s bloody intestines,
Desperate, no exit

Otherwise there would be no words for these mouths
Only
The usual silence, apparently
“Blessed” folks’ easy blindness
Narrow shit
I ain’t gon fuck wit

Let’s try to retain our pain here
And share it
With all of us, for all of us,
All of it

The five or sixteen
Infinity called stages, that cruelest private hell
Unmerciful loop pedal destined for
its own doom and repeating
the God and the
Please!
Breathe me one more beat of his sweet being

But this tiny vessel is now unmoored and I’m
fresh out of owning eyes
And how violent the tide, spitting, thrusting triple dog dares that I cannot oblige, please receive me or your sailor will die—

Call the captain! There’s been a mistake
I’ve been charting the wrong course, illustrating the story I was supposed to reject; title is
Shipwreck.
I did not plan for this brand of weather but surprise, here against fractured will appear I
Unprepared, terrified, on the blind side, midnight Cinderella
Out of time.

Mayday!

[ radio silence ]

Share this part, if you somehow survive.
It never goes away