Ode to Mitski

while driving today

to pick up groceries

I drive over

the bridge where it would be

so easy to drive

right off

the water

a blanket to lay over my head

its fevers

I do want to live

most days

but today

I don't

I could

let go of the wheel

and close my eyes

but Mitski in my speakers

pulls me back to earth

she keeps my hands

on the wheel when I want

and I so often

want to die

Mitski I cannot speak

to you

like you speak to me

a thousand lilies

rise up from the field on the other side

of the bridge

I will fix my eyes to the field

with your help

I will make it across