Sinking to the Surface

I thought about
how you sink to the surface

and the girl-shaped island
and a sigh-shaped promise
how you lie-shaped honest
and I sigh-shaped promised,
it's a sideways concept
like a ship-shape misstep
and the dried paint on it,
only dried paint on it

you had green eyes
furrowed brow,
likely still do
then, now,
sun-glasses-inside
me-wide-eyed
if you'd want to
then, now

and all the flower-seed-shells
and all the Jeep Cherokees on Route 44

I thought about saying

Lo tanto que te amo
pero nunca he amado

I thought about
sinking to the surface

Lo tanto ya probado
lo que nunca he tomado

and I hold the door for my reflection,
think of kind words my Mother said

and I walk with shadows mine,
never alone with the right lighting.

I thought about
sinking to the surface.