mosaic made fromdiscarded shards
after I finish speakingthe sound lingersghosts of wordsso loud
fading, frayingat the edgesdivided by lines
tightrope walker. thirsting for water.too-big feet. wide eyes looking down.timid…
I was an ocean
not a good fit
these things we’re not supposed to saycold blood crashing against that boulder-this heart
you and I are not on the same side(I thought we were)
under morning waterand chosen darkness