A poem (Content note: obliquely references suicide)
We went out walking in the city,
because when the savage god is hunting,
a change of scenery helps
or that’s what they say.
You can take a pill to save your mind,
or one to save your heart.
So which am I more afraid of losing?
A dance party broke out
at the plaza on the inner harbor
strangers moving in one another’s arms,
a boom box you could hear from all the way
across the water.
The police came, barricaded the road
I looked back and there was a man
standing at the apex
of the long white bone of Blue Bridge,
even though the music was loud
and everyone was dancing.