at least one of us recently wanted to die,
so we spend our savings poisoning ourselves
in slow & mouth-watering ways on a resort
in the Caribbean.
yes, the cost is outrageous—
how else do we distance ourselves from
our lives, which we’re lucky to have,
lucky to grow tired of?
after three hours of letting the waves
kiss our ankles
we realize that this whole time,
we’ve just been saying it wrong—
each evening we present
our epiphanied tongues with which to
practice our new
half-languages of light.
from the balcony of our room,
we watch a wedding form & dissolve
on the beach like a flock of doves.
the sky is salty in its delirium.
we admit, our mixed drinks sweating
down to our elbows, that we could not
live this way forever. we sleep like
stones at night,
not dreaming.
