Until I Am Whole

Sunset on Snohomish.

Burn the tree line down.

Hold my hopes underwater,

Stand there and watch them drown.

Fishing out their bodies,

From the bathroom sink.

Leave them in a bucket,

Til they start to stink.

I think I'll stay here,

Til I feel whole again.

I don't know when.

Trout swim past the fishing lines.

Sky gets dark and close.

Cars start up and make,

Their nightly exodus.

On a picnic bench alone,

Watch the sky go dark.

Dig my nails into my hands,

Hope it leaves a mark.

I think I'll stay here,

Til I feel whole again.

I don't know when.