On the SeafloorUnseeing eyes attracted to unseeing people:On the Seafloor3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
a tidal cycle that pulls me under
beneath salted layers of foam.
I thought mistakes bred solutions
different methods of hopeful change,
but I lay submerged,
and I subjectively ponder
this warden Loneliness
until my eyes secret watered gallons
to outline saline graves.
I rest in my watery casket of winding seaweed,
and I breathe in the moonlight from peaks of exuberant waves;
I pull the stars over my head, fluff the shell-filled sand
and am finally free.