I watched myself die last night
I watched a documentary

I watched a closed phone make way for
a leg over, then the triple jump of
family men sinking like stones

they didn’t show them crack
like plastic,
like snail shells

but I knew they were broken
long before they touched the water.

18 months, and
I’ve watched ‘The Bridge’ three times.

Last week:
I watched myself die, with French subtitles

and the people who feel
tried to remember the good things, but

my scale – warm and one-sidedly
weighted with your hand,

is tipping.

The world is getting smaller and scarier
the world is opening like an oyster, and

I am afraid if I have a son.
I am afraid if I have a daughter –

I will not let her go alone
to San Francisco

I will not let her be a modern-day Ophelia

chasing pearls, terror-free
over the bars of
the Golden Gate bridge.

About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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