When you would become the mirror
a shine collected in hazel iris
a shine collector you took
what long ago I threw
thrown back
the leaden weights affixed to swimmer's feet
bite your lip before you turn and walk
tell me what you feel in sunlight
now in dark
How the brine will
buoy a body
while insects in rattling oaks
sang summer months, we were together
practicing the deadman's float in your
parent's pool
and if you had read to me in the tub
maybe it would have all appeared
like an image seen in fever
But for how that water was only
built for one.
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