I once knew a woman who wanted to die;
That’s all she said again and again.
I wanted her without knowing why
And sought to savor her skin.
Our swim through ethanol pools
Found me passed over the rest
Who worked her over with tools
Her errant mouth blessed.
I once knew a woman who wanted to die
Adrift in a vessel of glass.
Her baby boy would cry and cry
While the men crept past.