A Shipwreck On a Calm Sea

Asylum, in the refuge

of lost thoughts,

a fracturing of all the elegies,

my soul roams within wishing walls

and padded commas—

walking a path that vanished on the first step

going nowhere, everywhere— a song with no notes

I am the dead girl on the shipwreck

eyes become floe,

a dagger of ice from a poison well.