on sinking or swimming:

you can tread water

with your head under

you can push off the floor of lake michigan

his hands are tendrils

on your ankles

wrapped silent

your love was once

like a wave

on the back of my throat

so salty

remember when

we knew how to swim

i have memory in these muscles

lungs ache for air

no pocket rocks

posthumous, present

i never died when you left

i felt gravity pull on my floating body

eventually graced the shore

i am picking sand from between

with friends like these who needs life vests? with friends like these who needs buoys? with friends like these who needs submarines below? with friends like these who needs planks to walk? with friends like these who needs to drown? with friends like these who needs the Titanic in my palm print? with friends like these who needs to return home? with friends like these who needs to be bloated and bobbing? with friends like these who needs baptism? with friends like these who needs a port? with friends like these who stays on ground?

i can’t believe i cried this river. i can’t believe i’m still mostly water.

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