when my love leaves,
I'll start with S.O.S.
I'll morsecode the
whole world
the next day I'll
write headlines
and the next day
I'll write the obituaries
and the next day
I'll write furious accusations
and the next day
I'll write pardons, but I won't really mean it
and the next day
I'll write sonets but they won't fith the scema
and the next day
I'll write please please please come back
I'll write warnings
for future generations of the huge risk of human love
I will write nonscense,
I will write nonscense all the way down
and no diving teams will
find me
no robot arms will
retrieve me in pieces
never will I be
reasembled in plain air
and in 100 years I will
still be writing about this feeling