2:30 a.m. and my legs are already numb
 from the seawater.
I try to walk in deeper but I'm stuck in the sand
Like your words keep me stuck.
 "The medication is less
  This time around."

I want to drown but my knees don't bend
 and it's
Christmas time again even under the stars,
 away from
The malls, it's Christmas time again.
 The constellation
Orion flies above me, I point to it, crumbling
 my finger
Over the three star belt.  Like Braille
 it gives me a message
Because I know I'm blind to the truth
 I don't
Understand.

"They say I'm not crazy," I want to believe
 but the truth
doesn't hide from the faces of the dead.
I know the sand will stick to my jeans
 when I get to Denny's
at 5:00 a.m.

Waiters and cooks regard me as another drunk hoodlum, while
 I blankly stare at my cup of coffee
  and you stare through me,
Orion's belt slashing across our faces.