In the morning I pack up my gear

and toss it in my carryall

Run the wide load to the lip

and watch the big core crack and glow



In the evening I undo my belt

Split open and melt



I wake up on my stomach

with my face between my hands

and crawl along the floor toward the doorway

Jumping to my feet

I try to put myself together

but I feel it in my knees

and the room begins to spin

and I slip and bump my head and raise a welt

Split open and melt



We breathe deep

in a steam dream

and plunge below the water line

down, down, down

between beams

to the gloom room

among the seaweed and the slime

down, down, down

Melt