In the water, I thought
I was invincible. I thought
the world was turning
inwards and I thought I
could control the violence
that happened around me.
The water swallowed my body.
I hid my heart in the clouds.
just in case the water
conspired against my heart.
By the time I taught myself
to swim, everyone left,
and I thawed out my water-
soaked heart all by myself.
This is how you drown:
By beating your fists back
against the water.

— Poetry
 — forthcoming, This is Love
 — (Penguin, 2018)
 — winner, Pushcart (2018)

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