I drowned.
I died is the thing.
I wanted to write a letter
to you, to mom; to dear dad
but no I can\'t find my hands
my body slips away
my mind is very big,
and death
death is sweet, and huge
and strange--
slower than a train.
death is the thing called Eternal,
no wonder it can hold us all.
( For Late C--,
may she rest)