Susan Smith Nash



The night made indelible tracks

across strained sinews, my heart


and you, your voice

like a map of the constellations

in an undiscovered corner

of our mutual despair


I held your hands

as time dissolved


humanity creaking and groaning

the floors unswept, curtains in shreds


I feel the hot breath of regret,

your heart beating with mine;

a walk we take together

on the brink of salvation and oblivion


the sound of water splashing

a knee sinking into earth.