1
Tossing in a twin bed by the window,
Cathy distilled the world’s platter
to blackberry juice and Mother’s tapioca.
2
As she surged, she dreamed of ocean
waves; the teddy bear, steady in its chair,
its eyes a constant horizon.
3
She begged us to carry her to Hawaii,
collapsed on the steps before the trip,
crushing her hope of absolution.
4
Would Peter build a hot tub to soak
her riddled bones? For days he dug
into the slope, leaving her with me.
5
One by one she asked if we would
judge her if she took the pills;
one by one we said we loved her.
6
Peter lit a fire that formed a cloak
around us, brought glasses and a pitcher
of water to drink while she drank.
7
Climbing into the sleeping bag, raised
her fist—I did it!—and fell asleep.
Six hours we wept, caressing her body.
8
I heard her soul ring through the house—
like a boat, tolling its bell as it departed.