1. Sayville Ferry
2. Atlantic Ocean
In order to preserve my solitude.
In order to preserve the spirit.
I’m resorting to the ocean for help
because the ocean is deeply impersonal.
The waves are strong and cold and give
me courage to disown these gay men
sunbathing nude on the beach. You, I say,
have nothing to do with me. Waves roar
with approval. I disown nation and race too,
and the women, bare-breasted, who represent
humanity, and so, heat, decay, death.
I have nothing to do with you, reindeer.
The waves are that strong, that consoling.
I’m borne aloft by the ocean’s cold lift.