I writhed behind tableaux of tangential 

friends I'd abruptly never see again

now the vector’d been withdrawn. Sequential 

loose ends, swallowed links of the anchor’s chain,

strobed shade beneath the helicopter’s fan.

   I tried not to feel so devastated,

   burrowed into specious bliss but, oddly,

   I was thriving in unexpected ways:

   Notions of kinship badly outdated 

   were let to recede downstream and replaced

   as Expectation, that ghoulish con-man,

   coughed out his lungs like a foreign body

   and drowned in a crock of horseshit as wide 

   as the ocean, a noble suicide.