Forgot to tell you, I’ll be in Sooke this Saturday to collect the last of my things from Viv’s. The bed, credenza, that lamp with no shade, I must finish The Vulnerables, let go, forgive. To collect the last of my things from Viv’s I’ll take a boat across the Salish Sea. I must finish The Vulnerables; let go, forgive, try not to get lost, oneirically. I’ll take a boat across the Salish Sea and—since the island’s no longer home— try not to get lost, oneirically rather float on by like green seafoam. And since the island’s no longer home I don’t get that relief as I drive off the boat. Rather, float on by like green seafoam, ignoring that familiar lump in my throat. I don’t get that relief as I drive off the boat, the bed, credenza, that lamp with no shade, ignoring the familiar lump in my throat. Forgot to tell you, I’ll be in Sooke this Saturday.
