North Avenue Beach - endnotes.

I think I died a long time ago

In a utility room

With Christmas lights

Hanging from the ceiling

I watch as the demons drive at my door

There’s three, four

And now many more

I don’t want to die

Just want to know what fallings like

Does it feel good

Or slightly worse

Like, falling in a fight

Now it’s a slow dance

On a sinking boat

All the dark words are pouring from my throat

I have to decide which is worse

The pain of change

Or the pain

Of staying

The same