I am slowly drowning in
The pool of drool I’m sleeping in,
And I am dreaming happily
Of suicide in the sea.

See there: my bubbling breath ascends
To greet the earth-bound citizens,
And as they swim back for the coast,
I’m less human, I’m more ghost.

A spirit swaying to-and-fro—
The seaweed tells me where to go,
And deeper down the currents flow,
Away from all the things I know.

And when I think my lungs will burst
Of choking peace and near-quenched thirst,
My mother’s voice in mock-surprise,
“You’re late!” And once again, I rise.