St. Lucia


I am a very different wife.

Sulfur & ash fill my nose

until both nostrils are beige,

my hands hot & webbed


with steam. My new husband

urges me closer to the center


of the steaming caldera

for a picture until I am up


against the rail. Our guide

tells us of a rasta man


who once fell in

& survived. His entire body


turned smooth as a candle.

Come with me, Husband.


Put down your backpack,

your camera—let us


be remarried in fire.

One by one the stars go out.


Even in this darkness,

there is so much light.


–At the Drive-In Volcano (2007)


Photo By: kurtxio