like a
w h i s p e r
I'm sinking
into my shoes
because my
footsteps are
deeper than
they look
my heels
burrow
into ocean
trenches
I am my
own fissure
bubbling between
the volcanic rock
an orange scar
at the edge of
the Nazca plate
I can't decide if
I want to close
my jaws or
reach for
the surface.