I drink until my body swells in fullness like a water- drunk leaf,
And my skin is a topography of wrinkled crevices.
I drink until the rivers that spill down my cheeks are no longer salty with grief,
But heavy with collective heavenly whispers.
I drink until flowers flourish between my water- soaked bones,
And the pit in my chest is filled.
I drink until I have drowned out any living piece ...