Witches Don't Drown
Dedicated to Jessi

A whistle regularly breaks the day into halves
And then quarters on holidays
Like we're missing something better
I picture quick changes backstage
To mark each moment
And still I wait with a suitcase
I put the math inside the machine
Come out grinning over my own contrivance
Tossing eggs at concrete from forty floors up
And spitting teeth out with venom
You make me see so many sides of me
I'll tell you what I told all of them
That witches don't drown
If the tide has gone out
You might realize there's a line in your hand
That stretches from here to there
Right now you are my everything
And when I get to hold you
I also forget to breathe