She pursued his ship like it was him
like his capital was scraps of skin like
the cargo was silver love Laudanum
deadened her Norway numbed her
The Baltic Sea passed rag after rag
of waves She stared through it
before she pulled it inside her before
she took it to her lungs Before she
smothered the pips of need she tracked
his ship secured the silver cargo
crossed Norway Sweden Denmark
and the whole time she had her baby with her
Yours,
M.S. London 1820