You drove restlessly to the edge

where moonwater washes the rock cliffs

to lay those underwhelming years down.

Waking up every morning to swim off the smoke

and lay on a hammock in the sun

with the rest of the people who came here

to turn themselves into vapour;

your mind rocking back and forth

between this moment.

Little girl, when you roll a life into a bundle,

seal it airtight and set yourself ablaze,

you have to release the vapour with the smoke and

loosen the chokehold; that black air

hindering your breath. Do it now

in this place of magical thinking,

where for the first time you will be able to feel air

between who you were

and who you have become.