turn on lightbulbs in every room

accelerate the music

till it syphons out the fog

on the tin roof

loud enough to make anyone crazy

because he looked me smack in the face and said

in a trembling voice

that he loved me

but he left me anyway

he died in bed wasting and hollow-eyed

so I cried and played Billie Holiday to drown out my grief

and the fog gulped me down

tight wrapped its arms like grandma woolies

and snug cocoons

tucked me into the top draw of the bureau

could have been wars fought outside

the window for all I knew

anyhow, where is the sun?

where did he go?

I woke up this morning

stumbled shaky out of sheets

walked to the window

overnight icebergs flowed close around

can't see beyond ten feet

that is, grief swallowed me whole

sent me to the eighth dimension

hidden in this hallowed fog