singing from the other side of the River Styx
the words lost over the water, your back turned,
my ankle dotted with blood, your neck strained
against song, so i sing: “on thee the portion of
our time depends, whose absence lengthens life,
whose presence ends.”
you look back, you look back, you looked back.
i crouch at the bank and let my dress dip into the
water. you kneel in the sand, hands behind you,
eyes forward. you sing as the sword comes down,
and you sing as you cross the river, and you sing
as Hades’ bottom lip trembles, as i hold you,
singing from the same side of the River Styx.