FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

AFTER READING THE HANDSOMEST DROWNED MAN
by MARQUEZ

it rains upon me
that some men are more gifted
women filled with longings still look for
the handsomest, the biggest, the brightest, and when they find
that one day, all they can find is only a drowned man,
dead,

and only looks at them
with cold indifference, somehow, it rains on them too,
that happiness lies in those deep oceans,
where the fish are blind,
where even submarines crumple like paper
because there is
so much pressure in there,
deadly
as though, it is only when they are dead, like that
drowned man,
can happiness be
completely attained.