Praying Mathis:

[almostalive]

I remembered, the factory clouds of smoke
looked like-
giant marshmallows to me
I remembered your exquisite corpse exposed for the first time
of many times to come
I remembered- how eerily the smoke curled to my nose
as I watched in the mirror
I remembered what it was like to be near the only place that made me feel content-
and not want to be there.
Except for the seagulls.
I'm going back to see the birds.
...but not you.