I'm a survivor of many things,
but I still don't understand
anything,
and what did you do those
three whole days
while that ship was under siege
and the thousands of my
nerves screamed at you--
Captain!
Did you hold the anchor
close to that cross nailed to
your sleeve?
I'd have been a different
kind of woman from the one
you left in me,
and if I wanted to be a
*****
I'd have gone to a different corner
of a different street.
But that God of yours doesn't like me,
and if I can't have the sea in
your eyes I'll suffice with a fist
and live off the swelling.