may 18th 2005

when she left
i was looking the other way
it was wednesday and
already too late
standing on the north face
as the mountain blew out
and scoured away everything

on the phone she told me
that she loved me
for the last time

digging out now from the
nine pyroclastic flows of hell
only to find the
black sea underneath
i shouldn’t be alive
i shouldn’t be alive
i swim not knowing what is
below my feet