For Jimmy

It becomes too heavy for one person 

on the back on the arm

across the shoulders

Sometimes not as heavy 

as awkward

but sometimes 

Well sometimes heavy too

until it cuts into the chest to bleed

begging to be unpacked

The contents secret

and in the water it does not 

float but drags like stone.

Cover me at the bottom.

Put sand over my mouth.

Sing until I do not speak. 

Until I cannot hear.