More from my new workbook…
More drownings. . .
Having just died — car crash —
I climbed, dead, back into bed.
Tried not to jiggle the mattress
but you woke up and asked
Are you okay? which made me cry.
Down I went, drowned this time.
It wasn’t so bad.
Here’s what I heard
as I sunk to the bottom:
You now that artist guy on TV?
Says the Bravery Test
is when you add a central object
to a painting when it’s almost done.
Like a sailboat on a perfectly
Plane crash, beheaded.
You said, Oh, you’ve lost your
body. You leaned over
and carried my head to a pillow
and rocked it with a lullaby
while waiting for the rest of me.
When I was stitched back together
you wrapped me in your mainsail
and kissed me goodnight.
Hard work, staying dead.
– poem and collage by mary macgowan
“Maybe I need therapy, but I don’t know….”