bobbing along on choppy waves.
swells of exagerrated motions
made me nauseous,
but i swallowed the rancid
taste of my bile.
dog paddle: before you tire.
soaked before you
realized you were dry.
the sun was gentle, and you
never felt the burning whites of your eyes.
your ship's anchor sits in the stomach,
heavy as a double weighted feather.
water laps into the holes of your ears,
the water-logged sensation aches
and you feel welcomed.
a sinking head,
noticed only through the absence of water, sun-glared.
