Epilogue
by Matt Morris
Next day,
putting out in your little
skiff with arrowy
swiftness on the blue, you sailed
’til you lost the sun among
other things, like, I
don’t know, credibility?
Anything that big,
I yelled from shore, is impossible to ditch. You cupped
your hands & shouted
back, but I didn’t catch your
rejoinder. When you
didn’t return, I shivered
in the weird dark. Where
were you? Stars riddled
the sky, which, not legally
required to answer,
kept mum. An ocean between
us, the bitter water,
waves.
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