Jealously came with a blindfold in hand
and single-handedly talked me into confinement
(akin to the skin stretched taut over her ribs;
akin to my age, which is less than yours).
Everything here is so tremendously old,
and this gives me a little hope.

Mad from exhaustion, I climb onto the deck
and stand still as I can in this choke of strangers.
Watch now, the city lights touch the water
here, and here, and here. They pulse
and dance beside us as we sail and we sail;
on we sail, until they flatline.