from my hair and popped our lifeboat, love.
You did not see me, giving all
my breath to inflate that raft, you
just kneaded and bit new holes
until I could not keep them plugged.
So I ripped the thing in two.
I will move myself with my air,
kick and stroke away from you.
Turn those toes up and float.
I was swallowing salt every day.
I don't know where I'll wash up,
my blood and cries may scent the sea,
but I'm swimming smiling, gasping,
grinning, a little more taking and
a little less giving. I've got a birthday
coming, too, you know.
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