Chris Zurich all night long

I gave in complete

to get the feeling of the rise and the fall

the sea held its form

to the beat of the storm
I tried to find my wave
So, roll the carpet roll the tide

make everything alright

I feel my body washing away again
When did you know

that they could hear it in the way that you spoke

like walls that divide

the in from outside
“where’d you say you’re from”
The scar on my chin

the part of me that shows up where the hook took my skin

the conjugal nights

the appetite for how the other half lived

proved to be too big