Carlos & Blue

Maybe he can drown thatthere love of his
like his liver–no bigger than a dime now
but still worthy of the ten pennies in his pocket.
She’s covered with dayburst all the way up to heaven.
80 days gone, six foot deep like an Ophelia
once read about 30 years before. Nothing hurts
much like death expect for swallowing
the distilled tears of moonshine breath,
he thinks.