Ferried

A violent thought drives
him to grab
the nearest railing
so he won’t spill

himself onto the deck.
The calm water
is a song
he wrote before he knew

how to speak
to women with mouths

like hers. White knuckles
and wet wrists, he remembers
now. Oh, that’s right.

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