like bubbles rising through water gas escaping, oneafteranother up, lighter than— we are empty as canned laughter upwardly mobile, hope-filled rising till realising, we are: like bubbles rising in a (corked) water (bottle) world
I've an egg inside me that's in the process of— cracking / What hatches, we'll see. I'll offer it my love, and it shall be lovely, eating me from inside, until it can— no longer hide.
tonight the tide comes in fully. tomorrow we'll need glass bottom boats to see new york city. the flood lights the deluge reflecting the moon, pulling the water over us like a blanket. soon our lungs will become pumps, recovering— forever— the statue of liberty.