The pebble has long disappeared but still the ripples spread.
What does it mean
if the wine bottle is empty
but the cork is still in,
and nobody wore lipstick to the party?
It means that the dead girl sleeps under the bridge.
She is the one skipping stones
like she skipped veins. One, two, three,
“Happy in life,
peaceful in death.”
I remember the screaming
in the bathroom, and the smudged mascara
on her palms. In New York she wandered ‘round SoHo
and lost herself in fire escapes.
“Silent in life,
happy in death.”
If I light two candles and whisper her name,
will a third be lit from her grave?
My tombstone will read:
of the girl under the bridge
and never once pondering