Boat #7, Starboard, Or Staying Married

by Abigail Warren

After making pie crusts,
and sabayon for the strawberries,

I washed, dressed, and
walked up to the top deck.

You were falling overboard,
with a shawl on your head.

I waved from the deck,
hands ice cold;

what else could I do?
But go down with the ship.


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