Christine

as the sun descends too quickly

behind the distant city

she will ride under the water

she will leave her son and daughter

reduced to lying naked

to feed those she holds sacred

she is bare of clothes and beauty

on disply in her nudity

if someone calls her name out

all she ever hears are cars

through the window in the bathroom

through the broken glass and bars

seeking comfort in the wallet

where she placed eighty dollars

when the last one has departed

she can slide into the darkness

and slowly down the river

the current pulls her under

and it bathes her in its splendor

is unmoved by her surrender

and faint through the water

the lights like brittle stars

someone called her name out

she no longer hears the cars

Christine...