Walking on the edge of this deadly
Measuring every step, every breath



our eyes
our hands
our feet
What happens if I
cliff
A radioactive puddle of all sorrows.
Port Hope, no hope
An endless, useless search


Port Hope
gauze
subtract
We are floating here in
We can’t breathe here in the ruins of the displaced
wrapped around

With
Will I keep floating? or will I drown?
you from me?