i am afloat like an iceberg; mostly not.
i am keeping my stability dry like a leaky roof; there’s something quaint about the bucket, and at least i have a bucket
but the hole’s above my bed and the water drops right between my eyes and everything feels like slippery tile that never dries
i want the water in me to drain out completely, a brine dialysis, i want crystals in my cells from salt deposits and no more slow sliding lime
i want the water i want the water i want the water to wash me out of my self entire
i want to feed a seabird with my pickings and watch from the next wave i want to give over to the moon i could just lay back and let her i could keep swimming but why?