(Casually) Drowned

(Casually) Drowned

In the casual same way he did everything
eat a plum, pluck a string
trip into an inheritance, or
the arms of a bathing bachelorette heiress
(this happened on more than one occasion)
he stepped out with the sea
one evening

We felt nor grief nor affection
according to fashion

Though we each of us miss his – insouciance?
Is this the word?

We miss his insouciance

His mistress has his insurance
but misses his insouciance, too

                                                          

Poem and drawing from Plum Stuff, a poetry/art book by Rolli.

 

 

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