MEANS OF ESCAPE

Two boys stand in the kitchen
One is you and one is me
Lovers simmering

While duck hearts and dinner beets
Nestle in a pan
Can’t tell the pieces apart

The hiss of oil
And a juicy perfume
Flare around you

Neck bent up
A heavy pulse beats in
The chamber of your throat

The stove sputters
And I draw away from
You and your flat feet

Reasonable men
Right-thinking men
Would avoid this heat

But you dial up the gas
Remorse melting on your brow
Let that sorrow furrow

While I drown 
You out, take you back
To where we swam
When I met you

And bury you there
In the sea
Give you a good brine.

Year: 2019
Published by Counter Service