I found an Islander.
I could live on a boat and leave.
Gudgeon takes you out to see, and Kirby says “good boat for her.”
Marina 1, like when you were fourteen and your grandfather had his out there, Christ-crafted.
26 years stops in a heartbeat, or a decision that you come to about wanting to stay alive.
You’re just looking at the boats when the first drunken sailor lurches sideways into you, drags you to a party
& the gipsy sailor says, Galapagos.
You could go!
It was always you that knew everyone
your face the entree
You walk over to see his, later, and he starts opening up about how miserable it all is
& the face is kind, but you shake your head no.
on the edges of his beamy berth perched sparrow upthrust wing
you will do this by yourself
have the two
tinkly clincks & parties
they’ll say “who is that?”
as you pushcart by with paint supplies
your fenced gate the open ocean.