Cartwheel across an ocean top
and you will never drown again.
Flutterings like this will keep you alive
forever, I promise, it doesn't matter; you
are dead already. You were so young.
I like your body. I like that you can see it.
When you drink water it doesn't taste.
Things don't cohere but puzzle pieces fit.
Some fires keep burning and the physics stays the same.
When I look at you the puzzle pieces turn ionic.
There's another, there's another- it all
goes like that on a gentle march to sense.
When you were younger you liked things.
Older people don't like to sparkle unless they're weird.
I want the strangeness of everything to swallow us.
I didn't like who I am anymore. Longer.
Long, long widths of water to sing across.
What a voice my Mama had before I could hear.
There are so many ways of being deaf.
The way that death sings is so black.
Water, water, baby blue couldn't see a thing.
You still gargled though when the light struck your ***.