8/14/81

Clinging to you instinctively, now almost a week after my due date

My tiny soul absorbed the pain of a runaway mind.

I didn't want to leave you

But the disjointed thunder claps

And radiant dinnerplate moon

Reflected the sense of urgency into my little ocean.

Dumped out like a dirty wash bucket

I had already soiled myself out of desperation.

My first heartbreak:

This was the closest we'd ever be.