In Corolla

the day I turned my back on all you people I felt an itching in my thumbs. salt air like a broadcast from the distant, dark beyond when my transformation comes. I went down to the warm, warm water saw a pelican fly past waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me I went wading through the grass. and no one was gonna come and get me. there wasn't anybody gonna know. even though I leave a trail of burnt things in my wake every single place I go. and it was cool, and it was quiet in the humid marsh down there. i let my head sink down beneath the brackish water, felt it gumming up my hair. the sun was sinking into the atlantic the last time that I turned my back on you. I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under it was the best that I could do. and I said, "let them all fare better than your servant", the reeds all pricking at my skin. "here's hoping they have better luck than i had down here with you" all that water rushing in.