Mathias Svalina
The Wine-Dark Sea
The wrinkles around my eyes& my cracked teeth:finallysome objective facts.What I am scared of mostis never transmitted.If I had willI’d be dead.I can’t remember whenI decided I would kill myself.It happened all at once,not like a levee breaking,like a car,
at the end of a workday,turning off the road& into a driveway.