Nothing to it.
Drip, drip, drip
and I am gone.
My head is
like your bones
just laying there.
I have become an entire city of lights and clouds and the river
and heroin needles and broken bottles and men who have frozen in the night;
curled up and wrinkled like hairless baby mice
kept in the freezer,
swallowed whole and cold by poison or strangulation and
love kept in a tank.