"Neva"
"I'm not human for you, smallest side of a pin whom I love.
Summer in Boston, water of the lake, blue and cold
at the bottom.
Akhmatova said, the cold fire of the heart.
I will quote her.
Remember me.
I am alive like the coathanger twisted for abortion.
No, that is not the truth.
Akhmatova would say something subtler, something
about the mildness of the Neva in winter,
how her love is a shadow at dusk moving across the sky
as it dies.
My love is not like that.
I am like that as I disappear."