asphyxiate

you spoke lastly of her
breath -
the rising sea hushed by feathers
white as the foam

a motor's long hymm and the
sputter of both a dying man and the
engine of your father's boat as the waves
began to swallow it


we are all drowning, you see


i am cruxified on the
mast of your arms
of a T in the distance,
letters over cardboard and tanned skin

scrambing and scratching at
the last breath, a
piece to knaw on with century
old teeth yellow in the death


we have always been drowning