Spoiler
so the law of nature dictates that
if i pull up all the roots before i stagger home
clutching scrawled notes to my chest, i could attract
the yawning waves to come and find me, shower me
in tidal blossoms. lily-white spray drenching
my hair and marking me with sea salt. it sounds
like a wonderful idea, this uprooting, this burning of all the
bridges before the music plugs in and all we have left
are shipwrecks, coffins for bodies with twisted mouths;
so this is the part where i drop everything i'm holding together
to fill the empty spaces with preserved water, which is
to say like freshwater but seasoned with enough spice,
enough of that trader's gold. if i wrote a will
maybe i could tell someone about how the weight
of the bounty anchored me to the bottom of the sea,
or promise my treasures to my lover.
(i wanted to call this loneliness a harbour,
until i realized we had made our home there.)
if i pull up all the roots before i stagger home
clutching scrawled notes to my chest, i could attract
the yawning waves to come and find me, shower me
in tidal blossoms. lily-white spray drenching
my hair and marking me with sea salt. it sounds
like a wonderful idea, this uprooting, this burning of all the
bridges before the music plugs in and all we have left
are shipwrecks, coffins for bodies with twisted mouths;
so this is the part where i drop everything i'm holding together
to fill the empty spaces with preserved water, which is
to say like freshwater but seasoned with enough spice,
enough of that trader's gold. if i wrote a will
maybe i could tell someone about how the weight
of the bounty anchored me to the bottom of the sea,
or promise my treasures to my lover.
(i wanted to call this loneliness a harbour,
until i realized we had made our home there.)
