Water = One
floating is about density
At dinner, he orders both beer and lemonade
I lean into him
away from whomever else I might have loved
to sleep in a cocoon of pine boughs
to run through the woods in the dark of night
to keep nothing in our pockets
we jump off the dock when we can’t see the water
swim with the lightning bugs, kick through the weeds
find heat in the willows
make my body
of these things
an oar, a life jacket, a canoe
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