i can’t drown if the ocean is
all of me, i can’t drown in myself
when leaves flutter above sea level
with my hands, and i can
swim to them
the whisper of your eyelashes
draws out blood and muscle
tying strings through dark
ribcage trenches, pulling out
so much salt and water that
a mere ocean would blow
to the poles, left bone dry
with nothing but sand after the encounter
but it wraps in quantum days
and i am far, far
deeper than that
the splash of rocks in your eyes is
a dangerous push towards
odette dives
or to close mine
shut my ears, melt
my body, turn to water, let each particle
betray and abandon its family
and sparkle, a little bit of bright light
on every blue crest
but mine are green
i build islands
and i can swim
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the phrases "ribcage trenches" and "quantum days" made me shiver. so did "the splash of rocks in your eyes". this was really, really good.
sometimes i realize how much fuller your poetry is than mine.
the thing about particles and light was my favorite part. i am a chemistry nerrrd
i think this might be one of the best things you've ever written, although that is not entirely fair since so many of the things that you write are brilliant.
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