fishes

Wait.
NO don't wait, pump.
HELP.
Paddle-kick, leg jolt
pain...flutter, float
seagreen, see
only green,
feel the scrape of powder seabottom
sand turned foe, kick to get
a wavetop look at safety again,
then just that terrible feel, not release
not, safety from pain or sorrow,

Well I would have to say that
what you have excluded in th
e latter phrase is the degree t
o which you misunderstood
the amount of air that couldn
't have been in his lungs prior
to all the water. He was bre
athing water. Yes. He drowned.

But the ocean, that seabreeze saltair, the way
that it makes my sinuses drool out, and i sneeze
and I drip and feel so fucking alive!
And the way he was in me and my hands were jabbing
holes far in the sand, my fingers just digging little trails
like the hermit crabs Mike caught all in the sandfilled
pail we had, earlier today, next to our chairs. We vaguely heard
the screams, of the boys parents, but you don't want to hear
about that.