I hear the hunger
of indecision—
conniving like
a serpent inside me;
feel his unceasing,
crease-less motion
writhing on a rising
river of bloodsugar.
Seasick, forktongued
and talking
to my-
self before too long—
Can we ride together
in this tiny
inflatable boat,
I ponder,
all the way to
heaven?
Next,
comes excitement—
curling slowly
in toward
exhilaration,
before dipping down
dizzy into
desperation—that slack,
ignoble,
graceless emotion.
How far away
is hell? he wonders.
That depends—
comes the answer,
how far
do you think
your shouts will
carry?
