The push and pull of ocean waves
stretching hands out too far
your feet are dangling from my bedside
drinking, tangling the inside of our
heads. Underneath my hair
is more hair.
I wish I could dig deeper
find Atlantis. Find reasons
to let salt sting my wounds
still healing, still open enough
to keep me closed.
are those your memories
spilled across your stomach now?
the tissues are next to the lamp
It's my turn to make a mess next
let the seafoam roam my skin
and forget my carefulness
building walls I call foundations
crawling in throats we call recovery.
I want someone to discover me
buried in piles of laundry
at the bottom of the ocean -
the tide is pulling
and I am pushing
fighting my own arms,
dangling nothing more than toes.