Our hollow tidal pools
Wash back and forth between
Stagnant and violent
Timed like clockwork
And like somehow the ancients knew
The ocean to be in love with the moon
I know I am in love with disaster
There are no other ways to explain
The way the laughter gave way
To the sound of my body hitting the carpet
Kicking and yelling and grabbing at hair
To the sitting and waiting alone
For footsteps to come and strangle the silence
"You're a mess," was all she could tell me
In the soft voice of the lull between
Except that I make her sick
And waves will break on our startled hollows
Made only of sand and salty sickness