and still, i never loved the ocean;
and still, sound travels farther in the sea
than it does in the air;
and still, the ocean is one of those places
that everyone talks about too much, and
one day you dive in on accident because
someone said the water wasn’t full of creatures.

and i once threw my heart out onto the engine
floor, the blood seeping from my only love.
and i once almost tried to sail away and not be
caught, trapped.

and i sailed until i wrecked onto the floor, bruised
knees and bleeding stomach.

and the only creature i found on the pacific floor was you:
eternal sea in mariana’s trench. you: what happens
after you see a light in the middle of the pacific floor.
you: a subway push, a sinking boat, a 747 engine
on fire thirty-five thousand feet up heading to los angeles.